It’s hard to believe it has already been a month since we went bowling for book club. This month, when I got the invitation, I noted the date and time and didn’t really think about it again until, one week before the date, someone told me we were actually reading a book. “What? Why? Where did it say that?” was my reply.
Turns out Ashterisk wanted us all to read a book about a woman and her travels. I began trying to locate the book, all to no avail; I even checked at Powell’s – The City of Books. “We don’t have it. I can get it from a rare warehouse, but it will take at least a week,” the sales associate told me, then added, “You should tell your book club to pick books people can find.”
The night of book club arrived and Rated R and I opted to car pool. “Do I need to bring anything?” I asked. “An international wine or food,” she replied. Fortunately, I had hummus in my fridge and a variety of random bags of crackers – that seemed pretty worldly.
We arrived to learn we weren’t the only clubbers who had not read the book. “Next time we should just do facials,” someone suggested. “We could do Botox!” said another. And so it was decided, we would do Botox next month. Or was it bake? I don’t know. All I know, for sure, is that we didn’t pick a book.