derevko
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Wait, were you being serious about not wanting to...
tell them about the ribs
I cannot believe you remember this. We have truly known each other too long.
Okay, so when I turned 14 (MANY YEARS AGO NOW), I was, at the time, obsessed with minor league and major league hockey. There was, at the time, a minor league hockey team that was v. v. v. successful near my hometown. Naturally, as a young woman fully indulging in my penchant for loving sweet bearded non-American men, I was a little fixated.
So. For my 14th birthday, I had lunch with my eldest brother and my mom and WEIRDLY my uncle?!?! Which I could not understand because we weren't THAT close. So. I order my food: bbq ribs. And I DISTINCTLY remember my only present from my brother was a gift card to Claire's. THIS WAS SUSPICIOUS. I'm not a gift person but some part of me was like, "Damn, that's impersonal."
So, we've sat down to lunch at a weirdly large table for us considering the restaurant was empty. And then. I look up and my favorite hockey player that I was so in love with at the time walks in. And I was like pssssst, mom, look, it's So-and-So. And she was like "...Uh. They're here for you?"
So, my goddamned family had set up for me to have lunch with my favorite hockey player AS A SURPRISE FOR A FOURTEEN YEAR OLD HOMESCHOOLER.
And all I could do was mumble, with horror, to my mother, "But I ordered the ribs."
Look. At the end of the day, the man was VERY VERY VERY sweet. We are now Facebook friends. He is a lovely person with a lovely family and what seems to be a truly kind soul. And he was very nice to a 14-year-old girl who was rendered all but mute.
Honestly, the whole thing is a blur of pure horror and embarrassment and wishing I had just KNOWN ABOUT IT so I could order a damn piece of chicken or something. Or water. Maybe just water.
