Party Girl

Meg got home about 9:30 this morning...not hung over, but tired. Guess they closed the night club last night...then there was the ride back to Avon. Apparently, the host of the get-together had rented the stretch Hummer for the whole night and had made arrangements so their party could get right in, past the line at the door. (The chauffeured ride both ways was a great idea so no one had to be a designated driver, but it sounds expensive!) Since they were out really late, Meg decided to crash in Avon rather than drive back to Plainfield, which was also a good idea. When she did get home, she started on some homework and realized that she needed a nap...which is where she is, currently.

Stephanie (Meg's half-sister from their father's first marriage) is not a shy thing! When she talks, she babbles (or bubbles...I'm not sure which). She can talk to anyone--and does! Back when I was married to their father, I always loved having Steph and her brother around. We got along well. Stephanie was eight years old when Meg was born and was truly the only person who could get Meg to giggle when she was a toddler. Megan adored her. Then the kids graduated from high school and began to pursue college, jobs, and relationships...and their father decided to "cut bait" in our marriage, so we saw less and less of them. Meg grew up, got married, had kids, and got divorced. Eric lives in Detroit--married with no children; Stephanie, who had moved to Phoenix a number of years ago, is back in Indiana now...Hammond, near Chicago...never married. She has always been a free spirit. Thus, there is a duke's mixture of marital and family status within the fandamily. I am no longer officially related to Steph or her brother, but I will always be their friend. We had a great visit yesterday!

Stephanie invited Meg to go along on the big birthday celebration last night. (I wonder what the host thought of that?!) She had to do some talking--especially since the whole visit was last-minute, unplanned. Meg never goes out and uses the weekends sans-kids to do homework for her courses. This morning, she told me that, in twenty years, no one is going to care about her homework, but missing out on an opportunity to be with her sister would count. Good reasoning, I thought. At least she has her priorities in the right place!

It is cold here. Have had a dusting of snow. Have I mentioned that I hate winter? (Guess you thought I'd not do that mantra this season? Silly you!)