If you haven’t figured it out yet, I really love Twitter. I’ve met some amazing folks on it and am always guaranteed a laugh – especially from Jennifer Weedon Palazzo, one of the MomCave moms. She’s one of three moms and a dad, all veterans of the entertainment industry, who have created an award-winning web series for moms called MomCave TV.
And I’m actually going to be a guest on it this week, so definitely check it out!
So let’s see what adventure our little laminated cocktail of love went on this week. Welcome Jennifer Weedon Palazzo! (And be sure to check stop by and say hello to them on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest. And of course – the most important place – their awesome show!)
Flat Martini came into my world just in the nick of time. After living in Manhattan for the last 20 years, my family made a big move this past week. No, not over the river to New Jersey. No, instead we moved to The Berkshires, which is as different from New York City as you can get.
This city girl went (albeit a bit unwillingly) from living in a one-bedroom apartment on the 13th floor, to a four-bedroom house on 40 acres. in an area so rural there’s no mail delivery, no garbage pick up, and no cell phone reception! Needless to say, I needed a martini STAT! But I’m five months pregnant, so a real martini was not an option. Enter… Flat Martini!
On our first day together, Flat Martini joined my son and I for our first time playing in the yard. And by yard, I mean silent wilderness with snow up to my hips.
My mom flew in for a quick trip to check out the new house and we took Flat Martini out to dinner to introduce him to what I like to call rural Chinese food. Out to dinner used to mean walking five minutes to the corner. Now it meant digging out the car and driving behind a snow plow for thirty minutes to the nearest town.
On our second day together, Flat Martini tagged along on a round-trip to Manhattan. My husband’s band had a gig and I had a meeting with my fellow MomCave creators. We arrived in the city a little early for my meeting, so while the hubs went off to play jazz, I wandered around one of my favorite places, Chelsea Market. I introduced Flat Martini to this kitchen supply store where you can buy inexpensive restaurant quality glassware. He found the wine glasses there too cheap for his tastes. He told me he was made of much higher quality glass.
Of course, being preggo, I had to stop to pee every thirty minutes. Flat Martini got used to checking out the various ladies rooms of lower Manhattan. He’s a dude, so he looked away while I emptied my bladder for the zillionth time.
We met up at a restaurant in the meatpacking district with Stephanie, Valisa, and Sib, the co-creators of MomCave. We had business to discuss. Each of them ordered something healthy like a salad but Flat Martini and I split an order of meatball sliders. We were excited to discuss our up-coming trip to Las Vegas for the IAWTV Awards. (International Academy of Web TV.) We’re pretty psyched that our show MomCave LIVE was nominated for Best Live Series!
The next day, Flat Martini tagged along on a trip to the OB-Gyn. I think he was a little embarrassed during the pelvic exam, so I put him face-down. The doctor decided to send me to the far-away “city” hospital for my 20 week ultrasound because (and this was written in capital letters in my chart) I was of advanced maternal age elderly primagravida’ which means OLD in doctor jargon. Awesome.
So a few days later, we drove over an hour to Springfield, MA, for the ultrasound. The doctor asked Flat Martini if he was excited to be a dad. He blushed and I had to clear up the fact that we were not, in fact, a couple. Of course, with all the craziness going on with the move and the new baby, and the fact that I’d been abstaining from alcohol lately, I WAS starting to get the hots for Flat Martini. What I wouldn’t give to savor him down slowly while lounging in a bubble bath.
But alas, a romance was not meant to be. Bloated looking pregnant ladies wearing snow-gear and muck boots aren’t that hot, so Flat Martini moved on to his next adventure but not before joining my son for a pants-optional tap dance. Flat Martini, please come back in approximately four months when I can actually drink you.
