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Day 329: N'importe Quoi!


The weather was absolutely gorgeous on Easter Sunday, the sun was shining bright, the petals were blowing off of the trees creating a picturesque flower shower in my mom's backyard and the temperature was just perfect to sport my Easter best. Before going to dinner at my grandmother's house, Aurel and I stopped by the hospital to drop off a fuschia orchid and the box of macarons from Paris that we were originally planning on bringing to Easter dinner, but figured my family who was at the hospital could use them more. And they did. We spent a few hours with my cousins Ginger and Vinny who are the ones who are truly suffering from this tragedy, and kept them in light spirits with sugar and bubbly antidotes. They particularly enjoyed the story about Aurel telling my grandparents the night before that he brought his handcuffs to New York and my grandmother telling him that she recently read an article on how S&M is making a comeback. Unfortunately, I was getting a box of Truvia for our coffee in the basement before I could save the conversation from confusing Aurel on how the topic shifted from dress attire to bondage and more importantly, saving my grandparents from thinking that we have an openly kinky sex life. Do you know how many times that I've told him that handcuffs and cufflinks are two completely different things?

Aurel and I were the last to arrive at my grandparents where it was full company, the whole fam was there. Feeling drained from the hospital, Aurel and I kept to ourselves before easing into surface conversations about the weather and how the champagne brings out the flavor in the smoked salmon. Just as the bubbly was working its effervescent magic, the doorbell rang. It was Uncle Giuseppe whom I adore...and Maryvette, his 29 year old girlfriend. Hmmm. I really have tried hard to like her and rise above her condescending tone, but it's difficult to appreciate someone who gives off an air that her newly acquired grandiose lifestyle somehow makes her better than everyone else. Whenever I think that I'm being harsh and judgmental, she says something so insulting that legitimizes my suspicions that she is truly evil. Easter dinner was no exception to her method of operating. "It's so funny," she said in a way that I knew what was following was going to be everything but funny...especially to me, "Every time I see you, you always have a new French boyfriend. I mean, really what's your secret? How do you reel them all in?" she asked feciously while speaking loud enough for Aurel to hear and looking at Angelo's wife Josephine - who knows this is a sensitive topic for me - for approval to mock me.

People can be so mean sometimes.

This coming from the girl who tweeted to five thousand of her followers that my uncle was diagnosed with cancer and hashtagged his company for all to see because she was annoyed with him that day. I could have stooped to her level and called her out on her poor behavior regarding relationships after this demoralizing comment, but there's something about spending a weekend in a hospital, watching someone you love on life support that puts things into perspective, and Maryvette is more trouble than she's worth. "Well, we all misjudge characters and don't see people for who they really are, and unfortunately by the time we realize that this person is not right for us and who don't have your best interests at heart, you have already introduced them to your entire family," I said as I stared into her, "Don't you think it's better to move on than to stay with a terrible person just for the sake of it?" Aurel and I both stared back at her, patiently waiting for her response. She took this moment as an opportunity to praise my grandmother for the gorgeous appetizer spread.

I thought so.
 
I avoided Maryvette for the rest of the evening and focused on pursuthe ing conversation with my real family - Aurel in particular. People like her never cease to amaze me with their snarky remarks, holier-than-thou attitude and false perceptions on what really is important in life. I'm nothing but thankful for moments like these because it reminds me that no matter where life takes me, what I have accomplished (or failed at) and the person who I have become, I am no better than anyone and to treat others the way that I would like to be treated. A sour attitude, cruel heart and permanent bitch face makes all of her Lanvin ballet flats, Louis Vuitton bags and Balenciaga sunglasses look heinous and cheap because beauty truly does come from within.

11 comments:

  1. what a terrible person to run into at a time like that! I hope Séb's conversation with your grandmother about S&M helped him forever seal in his head the difference between handcuffs and cufflinks =) almost as good as your betterave story

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    1. It was the worst person to see! Like really, who says something like that?! Some people really do look for trouble.

      Yes, I don't think Seb will ever confuse cufflinks and handcuffs again! At least I hope! It was too cute.

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  2. And there are so many insecure and jealous people like her out there... and there always will be. And the more successful and happier you get, the more you meet people like her. All we can do is feel sorry for them, be grateful that we're not like them and take their jealousy as a compliment:)

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    1. I don't think she's jealous, certainly not of me, I just think she is one of those people who like to stir up trouble. If I was like her, I'd bring up things she has done. Things much worse than having a few boyfriends over the past 4 years. Why would you make someone feel bad about that? People can be so mean sometimes.

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  3. Here here darling! Beauty truly is within. I don't care if you look like Gisele, if you're a b*tch, that will show all over your face.
    And I wonder if my husband knows the difference between handcuffs and cufflinks... I'll be asking him later :)

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    1. Oh Maryvette has perma-bitch face but she's in designer duds so she must be pretty.

      I tolerated her and somewhat liked her before but this was the last straw because it was designed to hurt my feelings. What low class, I would never to talk to someone like that, especially in their grandmother's house! Grrr.

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  4. Not much to more to add other than I'm glad you put her in her place. Some people, geez. "Fuck. You" was definitely the right response and thought! Go on, girl!

    Hope you are able to enjoy the rest of your time with the rest of your family.

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    1. Thanks, Sue. Yeah, it was a terrible thing to say. How catty people can be! Geez.

      Seb and I are going to kick our heels up and meet some friends in Brooklyn tonight. We need a night off...this has been draining on us all.

      Aye...

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  5. She sounds awful!!! And you are right... true beauty is not in LV bags! I'm glad you two were able to get over her remarks and try to enjoy the Easter holiday.

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    1. Awful, indeed.

      Over drinks in Paris, I'll tell you my cousin and brother's take on her. It's too good. : )

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  6. I love the last sentence of this post! Sums it up perfectly and I couldn't agree more. True beauty comes from the type of person you are and how you treat people, not what you look like from the outside, even if you are covered in designer duds!

    Great comeback, btw! Shut her up! ha

    xo

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