I've always been a late bloomer. Ugh, it's so embarrassing. I wait and wait and wait and then, suddenly, the clouds part, the sun shines and I get what the hell the big deal is.
When I finally gave it up and had, you know, the sex, I called my BFF the next morning and whispered, "Oooohhhhh. I see."
The same thing happened with booze, and look how that turned out.
I refused to watch "Mad Men" for ages and, um August!
And I took one bite of that chicken liver crostini at Delfina and had to interrupt John mid-sentence, "Oh my GOD!"
"This food, it's..."
He looked at me like I was nuts. I guess everyone else is there constantly. "I'm so glad you like it."
We love it!
So, I'm finally learning this lesson. I didn't learn it carnally. I didn't really learn it drunk. I guess I didn't learn it with the symbiosis of the two, Mad Men. But I finally get the point. Sometimes, when people go on and on and on about how goddamn fabulous something is, they might have a point.
The tragic result of my learning this lesson, alas, is that now I have to see Up...