Fluffernutter

Tonight DH and I took his 7 year old cousin, Melanie, out for her birthday. We asked her to pick a restaurant and she requested the Pop Sh.op. It's a cute local dinerish joint with one of the largest menus I've ever seen. They have like 45 different grilled cheeses. Seriously. Anyway, we set off for what we figured would be a relatively low key kinda night. There was no way to be prepared for what we walked into. Words really cannot do this evening justice, but I'ma try...

First thing you should know about the P. Shop is there are bright white lights everywhere. The whole place is lit up like a freaking television set! Well, tonight it felt like we were on candid camera - the Infertile Episode. Stage right, karaoke man. Remainder of stage filled to the brim, and I mean BRIM, with children. Kids were spinning around on the counter stools like they were on a goddamn Gravitron. They were running in between tables, dodging chairs and legs like nobody's business. Melanie looked THRILLED! You see, she "forgot" it was karaoke night at the local restaurant. Hmmmmmmm.... We sat down. DH and I looked at each other. You know the look I'm describing. I said to Melanie, "Let's go somewhere else." She didn't get it. Of course she wouldn't understand why two IFs would find the situation awkward - like I said, she's 7! Clearly, there was nothing to do but stay and suck it up. It took about another 30 seconds before we realized the deal with karaoke man. It was KID karaoke night. I'm not joking. Children between the ages of 4 and 9 were selecting songs and belting them out. Again, DH and I just looked at each other. Sigh. I decided not to eat - I wasn't very hungry anyway. I don't think the scenario stole my appetite, but you never know for sure. Maybe it was the Lupron shots I started on Monday. You know how that song and dance goes. Melanie ordered a fluffernutter. Remember those? Ah, to be a kid again...

Anyway, a 7 year old classmate of Melanie's was halfway done a painful rendition of "Doe a Deer" when the utter absurdity of the situation struck me. It must have struck DH at the same time, because we shared another look. Then we went into hysterics. You know the kind of laugh where you almost shoot your drink out of your nose? That was us. Laughing at the complete dumb, shit out of luck, ridiculous experience we were having. Melanie thought we were laughing at the little dance she was doing, so, like most kids, she really hammed it up just to see us crack up more. We didn't let her down. DH then commented that he felt like we were in some kind of surreal, Tim Bur.ton form of hell. I think that phrase captured it perfectly. I found a photo from their website - the scene comes up a little short from the actual experience, but you'll be able to get the picture.











We were talking about it later and it was pretty cool that we shared the same thoughts. They might surprise you. They sure as shit surprised me a bit. Apparently we were both thinking along the lines of, Ugh! How annoying would it be if these were the sorts of activities we had to engage in? I mean, really. Are we trying to become "that" couple? Gulp.

Ever feel like you're really going to be shell-shocked when the stork decides to finally drop off your baby? The longer it's just DH and I, the harder I think the adjustment will be. Again, maybe I really feel this way, maybe I don't. Damn Lupron! I'll tell you though, no matter what, I vow to NEVER become "that" couple. Afterall, we're just way too cool. ;)