Invisible at the Meet-and-Greet

I was going to just ignore the whole Archon/Cordelia’s Mom meet-and-greet thing.  But Archon insists on referring to it over and over again!

I want to set the record straight – I WAS THERE THAT DAY!  Yes, people, I knew it was going to take place, and I got there before Archon and CM did.

I was sitting at the counter when they both walked in, CM with her teddy bear and Archon with that stuffed lamb.  Honestly, what is this – high school?

The Meet-and-Greet Bear

Then I watched as Archon and his wife joined CM and her mother-in-law at a corner table and proceeded to yack it up.  Mr. & Mrs. Archon didn’t seem the least bit upset that CM had dragged them to a family type diner – you know, the kind of place with burgers and ethnic food, 24-hour breakfast, and consistently stale coffee.

Next time, perhaps they should let me set up the meet-and-greet.  I can guarantee that they would be invited to somewhere upscale, with gourmet food and the opportunity to have a mixed drink if so desired.  (God knows, I could have used a drink after watching that meet-and-greet!)

After the meal, everyone piled into their respective cars, and I realized they were about to follow each other, so I paid my tab quickly and ran outside to my own [much nicer] vehicle.  (Honestly, it irked me to even park my beautiful car in that restaurant’s lot next to all those pick-up trucks and mommy-mobiles!  Really, CM – you’re driving a Ford?  You couldn’t even upgrade to a Lincoln?)

Fortunately, for once in her life, CM drove rather sedately, so I was able to catch up not too far down the road.  I figured she was leading them to the Thruway interchange, but no – they kept on going.

Miles later, I watched them both pull into a Bob Evans restaurant parking lot – a second meal perhaps?  Still maintaining that “poor me” persona?

But no, they both circled the building and exited the lot to proceed to the motel behind it.  I parked out on the street and watched as CM drove around the buildings [again] and finally met back up with Mr. & Mrs. Archon at the motel office.  CM never got out of her vehicle [damn!], so I guess she was just playing navigational guide, or at least trying to.

Until I read CM’s second post about this event, I never realized that Mr. & Mrs. Archon had travelled to CM’s house the next day.  What a shock that must have been for them – a worn-out, tiny suburban saltbox proudly displaying overgrown weeds in front of the poorly painted windows and next to the cracked driveway.  It was no wonder that CM didn’t invite Mr. & Mrs. Archon into her house – I wouldn’t want visitors in there, either.

They should have all come to my house instead – it’s so much bigger, prettier, and professionally maintained.  The photo Archon chose for his own post is not of my house, but is amazingly similar.

Really, people, if you’re going to do a blogger meet-and-greet, wouldn’t it be more fun with me?  That lunch with CM and her mother-in-law must have been the most boring thing ever.  I’m surprised Mr. & Mrs. Archon didn’t immediately head for the Thruway to get as far away as possible.

In his most recent post, Archon indicates there may be plans afoot for another meet-and-greet next year.  Trust me, I will be there – invited or not.  I just hope this time they choose a location that doesn’t make me gag.

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Images by Mehran Khalili, and Cordelia’s Mom, and Paul Townsend, and tanakawho, respectively