Le Clown recently discovered Kelly, and it was love at the first, second and third stretch marked posts. Although Le Clown blogs about his own kids, he doesn’t read a great deal of parenting blogs—unless topics revolve around mocking kids. Well, Le Clown reads Kelly because she’s smart, funny, transparent and stuff… stuff being scientific, and stuff. Kelly, welcome to Le Circus. Please make yourself at home, and pick up your mess before you leave, for White Baby Jesus’ sake.
Have you ever been invited to a party casually? New Guy You Just Met says “Hey, nice eyebrows” (or whatever) and you say “Gee, thanks.”
You stand there awkwardly for a minute and then New Guy You Just Met says “Hey, I’m having a party. You should come!” What does that mean? I must attend? Do you want me to go? I mean, we just met. What if you don’t actually like me and you just think I have nice eyebrows (or whatever.)
Your mind is racing a million miles a minute because your kids are all over the place and you are trying to act cool without trying to act cool and you swear you hear the word Clown more than once, but maybe you’re just overtired. And then New Guy You Just Met says “Well, great, see you at our party! Welcome to the circus!!”
On the way back to the car you think “Welcome to the circus! Oh man, a theme party. I fucking LOVE theme parties!! NGIJM and I are gonna be best fucking friends! (You are already abbreviating his name!) I am gonna meet his wife and his friends, this is gonna be sweet.”
Later that night you are standing on the front porch getting ready to knock on his door. Somehow that moment is the very first time it has dawned on you that you might be the only person in a clown suit. Oh man, would that ever be embarrassing?
So yeah. Has that ever happened to you? It has only happened to me this one time.