There are times when one, regardless of what crazy holiday may be taking place, must lay low. Today was one of those times. Bruiser and I decided to meet for brunch and were soon joined by Kitchen Beautician and MiniMe. We ordered coffee and Bruiser, who recently learned she is lactose intolerant, asked a simple question of the server, “Do you have non-dairy creamer?” “Yes, we have skim milk,” the server replied. Bruiser patiently and kindly tried to explain the difference, but it quickly became clear to us that our server was not picking up what we were laying down.
Another person who wasn’t picking up what we were laying down was the busboy. Both Kitchen Beautician and Bruiser thought he was cute and suggested MiniMe pursue him. Kitchen Beautician kindly offered to be the wingwoman and slyly asked if he had plans for the holiday. He, not so slyly, told her, “I think you’re older than me.” Then, as if he was sharing international safety information, looked around, put his hand on one side of his mouth so other patrons couldn’t see, and said, “I’m only 20.” For these reasons, we all decided that pursuing him further would not be fruitful.
MiniMe and Kitchen Beautician eventually went their separate ways, leaving Bruiser and I to lay low on the stoop. LaLaLovely had been texting us, inquiring about our whereabouts and wanting to get together. We let her know we were just hanging out on the stoop and open to anything. She replied, “I don’t think I’m going to make it out tonight. I think I’m just going to lay low.” Wise to her ways, we quipped, “Who’s Low?” “You know me so well,” was her reply.
So, while she laid Low at her house, we laid low on the porch and enjoyed the holiday – a holiday that commemorates the entry of individuals into our valley. Coincidence? I don’t think so.