It’s been a minute since the Grit Girls got to hang out together, so when a local pub called Scotland Yard announced they were doing a 90s themed trivia night, I insisted we go together. Who would know the 90s better than the three of us? We were in the prime of our youth during that decade.
It was a Tuesday night, so I had to find someone to take Savannah to her dance class, and find a carpool for Jace’s baseball practice, and Chase stayed home with other kids, but I was determined I was going to go out and have fun with my girlfriends.
Delia and Frankie Ann both pulled into my driveway at the same time so we could carpool together. Then we all had to compare who’s minivan was the best one to ride in. Frankie Ann’s was full of car seats. Mine looked like it was hit with a tornado of toys. Delia’s minivan was the cleanest of the bunch, so she drove. The minivan cleanliness struggle is real, y’all. So very real.
Scotland Yard is nestled along a busy street in a college town not far from us, but there is a parking garage that’s free after five o’clock, so we headed straight for it. It was only about two blocks from our destination. As Delia’s minivan circled up the levels, I noticed several pick-up trucks and a lot of adorable compact cars. Want to guess how many had car seats in the back? That’s right. None.
But we have no shame in our mom game. We climbed out of the minivan with wearing our blouses and nicest jeans. I was wearing my incredibly comfortable Sketchers sneakers that also looked nice. Two in one, y’all. Frankie Ann had an adorable sweater because she’s always cold.
And then a trio of college aged girls walked by. They were wearing adorable heels or thigh high boots. Their non-stretch marked midriffs were bare and even though it was only fifty degrees outside, one was wearing shorts so short I could see her cheeks. Those cheeks. I kid you not. It’s a fashion thing now. All I could think of was the germs she was both picking up and leaving behind on seats.
I looked at them. Then I looked at us. Classier? Yes. Smarter? Oh my goodness, yes. But attractive and more confident? Not in that moment, that’s for sure. In that moment we were old ladies from the senior center shuffling off for a game of bingo. I frowned.
“Don’t let them get to you,” Frankie Ann said, touching my arm.
“But they’re so… so tiny,” I whispered. “They need to eat a cake. Each.”
Delia snorted. “Wait until they pop out a few kids, have a desk job, and more debt than they could ever imagine. They’ll turn into us. Just like we turned into the women twenty years older than we were.”
While her wisdom was sound, it did not improve my mood. I thought about the women I know who are twenty years older than me now, and that was most depressing. I thank the good Lord for each and every year I get, and I can only pray to age gracefully, but I’m not going down without a fight.
We followed the college girls to the pub. They sailed past it for something different. They probably weren’t even born until 1999. Prince would have had a field day with them. And they wouldn’t know Friends from Frazier about the 90s.
Frankie Ann led the way through the doors of Scotland Yard. The place was crowded and loud. I was feeling all of my thirty-eight years even more. It was too much for me, but still – trivia night! We approached the hostess stand.
“Three for dinner and trivia,” Frankie Ann said.
The girl behind the stand didn’t even look old enough to be in a bar. Her blonde hair was piled high on top of her head, the ends were dyed hot pink. She wore a flannel shirt over a cropped black top and black bike shorts that ended before her thighs began. I wondered if her mother knew she was dressed like that.
“Sorry. We’re full. No more tables until after trivia,” she said as she smacked the gum in her mouth.
“But’s an hour until trivia starts,” Delia said, looking at her watch.
“Yeah, all the tables are staying for trivia. The bar is open though,” the girl replied.
We glanced the the bar. All those seats were taken as well.
I marched up the girl, feeling entirely fed up with these kids. “Don’t you know who I am? I am Kate Moffatt and I demand a table!” I know my face was red. I had been looking forward to this trivia for a week, I was not going to be turned away.
We were turned away.
On the other hand, once we left the pub I could actually hear and breathe again. I had not realized just how much Scotland Yard smelled of stale beer and feet. And being able to hear my own thoughts again was nice.
Delia shook her head at me. “And just who do you think you are, Kate? Did you become Kate Middleton overnight?”
Frankie Ann laughed. “It was hilarious. I gotta give it to that girl, though, she didn’t believe you for a second.”
I stomped my feet the way Caroline might. “I don’t know. I thought maybe if she thought I was someone important, she would give us a table.”
“They were all full, Kate,” Frankie Ann reminded me. “There were no tables to be had.”
“I know. I’m just really disappointed.”
So we stood there for a minute. Three middle-aged women dressed up like some good looking librarians. We were all dressed up with no place to go.
“Have you tried the Charm Barn? I hear it’s really good,” Delia suggested.
“I can download a trivia app on my phone,” Frankie Ann added.
I smiled. This is what good friends did. “Sounds perfect.”