So I was sitting in the chair, having my hair blown dry, when Andie, my stylist, said, “My son is bringing his new girlfriend home for dinner tomorrow night.”
“Really? That’s exciting,” I said, as I flipped through last month’s issue of Town and Country. I’d been reading the article about the McCourt’s divorce that Andie had brought over to show me. She’s a Dodgers fan and is sickened by what’s happening with her team’s owners. “Are you looking forward to meeting her?”
“I was,” she said. “But my son told me she has a problem.”
“What kind of a problem?” I asked, thinking we might be talking about drugs, alcohol, shop lifting, an addiction to reality shows.
“She’s a Giants fan.” Andie made a face.
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. For baseball fans on this coast, the rivalry between the Dodgers and Giants is as intense as Yankees-Red Sox. “Maybe she’s just a casual fan. Maybe she just said that because she’s from the Bay Area.”
“Nope. Her family has season’s tickets. They’re hardcore.”
“Well, he’s not marrying her,” I pointed out. “He’s just bringing her home for dinner.”
She sighed as she finished my hair. “We’ll see about that.”
I would love to be a fly on the wall at their dinner.
Meanwhile, how about Jorge playing first today against the Phillies? I’m so impressed with the way he’s going along with his new role(s). Hip hip. And CC was back on track after his rocky start the other day. How funny was it after he took a comebacker off his thigh and told everybody he was fine because he “had a lot of meat down there.”