After a long day of babysitting for Lara while SHE and Gus lounged at Lamar Day Spa, I sat down to relax. If you call preparing a proposal for a client relaxing. I was in pure bliss developing “Equity in the Workplace” when the phone rang.
Glee. Caller ID is a technology advance I enjoy. If I can see the screen without my glasses. What’s one more interruption?
“Jean! Jean! Guess who’s coming to town?”
“Don’t tell me–the circus? The latest hair removal machine? Joe, the plumber? The kids made the downstairs toilet overflow.”
“Don’t be so sarcastic! This is perfect for you.”
Uh-oh. When Glee transforms one of her schemes into something that involves me, I run. Especially since she trapped me at a nudist colony. But that’s another story. “Okay, let’s have it. What is it?”
I hear Glee gasp a loud breathe. “Bravo’s Real Housewives is coming to Scottsdale!”
It’s embarrassing to admit I have seen a few episodes of the Orange County season. They were mostly botox parties and spray tans. One trip to AJ’s and I can see it live. It really is sexist. No one’s a housewife anymore. We’re Domestic Engineers and work all day long. Except in Scottsdale. I feign mild excitement.“Really?!”
“Yes! It’s a spin off. I can’t believe they didn’t ask me to be a part of the show! I’m so Scottsdale!”
Glee would be perfect for this show and so would April. Glee is outgoing enough, and April, well she already looks the part. As long as I don’t get dragged into it. “What does this have to do with me?”
“Wait, how are they housewives if they aren’t even married? Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of the show?”
“That’s beside the point. Anyway, they are supposedly filming at the Drybar at Scottsdale Quarter. Let’s go and be on TV!”
“Glee, you’re kidding me. I don’t have time for nonsense. My cell phone and calendar aren’t syncing and I’ve double-booked appointments. I’m stressed from going back to a paper calendar. Those parties are VIP anyway. No way we could get in.”
“Yes, we will. Brad, my new boyfriend–and don’t say a word–his name sounds young but I’m actually only fifteen years older than him–knows a guy who knows the owner’s brother. Dress Scottsdale. Got to go, I have to call April to tell her the news!”