The Enchanted April (to hostess, or not to hostess)
I must confess something to you first in order to give this a wee bit o' context.
I LOVE watching some of the Bravo Housewives series.
I said it.
Each episode is a train wreck too cringy to look away from and no moment is cringier than when the New York women (notice I did not say "ladies") go on a girl's trip.
It is chaos and bad manners, narcissism and eye-rolling, all mixed together.
And that is only Day 1!
The lengths these supposedly sophisticated women of the Big Apple will go to in order to secure for themselves the BEST room (even if one of the other women arranged the entire trip) is everything you would rewind to watch again because you'd be sure to think you didn't see what you actually saw and need assurances that your eyes and faculties are, indeed, serving you as they should.
Like I said, it's a train wreck.
And OH MY STARS if I was not reminded of that in chapter 7 of 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥.
I am just speechless at the audacity of Mrs. Fisher. My mouth is hanging open at the nerve (part in awe, part in shock) in assuming the best of everything.
And the lengths she went to assure it by arriving a day early!
Oh my word.
She would fit with the New York Housewives seamlessly, grabbing the best room for herself, assuming her seat at the head of the table, the timing of meals, the rearrangement of furniture so that her own wants are met to the complete indifference of the other three...
I could go on and on...
I think what tickled me most was the civil argument at the breakfast table between her and Mrs. Arbuthnot, verbally wrestling for who was the hostess of the trip and the juxtaposition of Mrs. Wilkins who was living squarely in the moment, thrilled to not be in charge of a single thing and enjoying the pampering of having someone else (Who cares who it was?) take care of all.
Which of the women would you be?
Would you be the one enjoying living in the moment, or verbally wrestling your strong-willed housemate for the title of hostess?