Bev is somewhat of a “wellness coordinator” at work and this means that I instituted a book club this year. I’ve never participated in a book club before, so in true Bev fashion, I went from 0-60, dove in headfirst, and started hosting one. Well, organizing one. I can’t say I hosted it because I live in a small apartment that’s not very conducive to hosting large parties (when I write my best-selling book, the first thing I will buy will be a house made for entertaining, guys. Don’t worry, there will be buffalo chicken dip. Obviously).
So, basically, I choose the book and send out all the information, but my gracious coworker lets us have the parties at her house. Her house that is all the way across town from my house. And, I know you’ll find this really hard to believe, but I like to have a few cocktails at book club, so I sometimes arrange for my friends/coworkers who live in my neighborhood to pick me up before work so that I can Uber home from weekday happy hour book club and have my car to get back to work in the morning. You guys do this too, right? I mean, book clubs are like the speakeasies of parties, right? Nothing to see here, officer.
ANYWAY, after one particular book club, I was getting ready to call my Uber, and my coworker (and more importantly, good friend) Lara offered to give me a ride home. I had gotten crazy and mixed up my party fare for this particular event and brought some Reuben dip instead of the BCN- I mean BCD (you really need to read last week’s Sunday Punday to get that reference). This cheesy and cream cheesy dip was also a big hit, so the Crockpot was empty and I threw it in the back of Lara’s Jeep and we were off.
Well, a ride across town + one slightly inebriated passenger = forgotten Crockpot of Reuben dip remnants in the backseat of Lara’s Jeep. This is no biggie because we work together, so I just grabbed the Crockpot the next day. Her car may or may not have smelled of sauerkraut and Swiss the next morning, but I think she forgave me.
Mostly because this Venmo exchange went down. (I tossed her some money for the ride home, but her payment really turned out to be this whole thing)
And now I want Reuben dip.
-Beverly “I Don’t Know Why Reuben is Always Capitalized and I’m Too Lazy to Find Out” Goldenstein
2 Comments
Betty
May 17, 2020 at 9:29 amMost importantly, what book did you read?
Bevvy G
May 24, 2020 at 9:40 amI think that was the “Small Great Things” group… Meh.