Into The Moszna

- By Schnockered Mom Natalie

One of our own has left us to begin a new life with her family in San Francisco. Our ginger fivesome is now down to a mere quartet (or trio if you now categorize Esther as a blond, which I don't). Let's just say the person responsible for coming up with our moniker "wenches went wild" is no longer with us to join in our monthly evening of debauchery. Or so we thought.

Last night, we remaining wenches skyped Sarah during wench night. I learned the hard way that "skyped" sounds a little more socially cool than "videoconferenced." A co-worker asked me on my way out the door hey! where are the girls were heading for girls' night out? As the words parted from my lips "..we're staying home to have a videoconference because..." I witnessed the recoil and confusion in my co-worker's face and knew how lame it sounded. Kicking myself on the way down the stairs I thought man, I should have said 'we're skyping our friend from Dublin...' Either way it doesn't really sound much like a fun wenches went wild. But it was! And despite the challenges of the evening.

There was the simple challenge of getting connected (...oh...it's jamiesuekelly without spaces...) and adjusting the lighting in the room so that we weren't just glowing teeth in the night. Then, there was the issue of the three of us forced to sit shoulder to shoulder at the dining room table in order to be in full view. I've never held a conversation with someone sitting quite so close to me. I found myself having trouble making full eye contact and instead staring at my neighbor's eyelashes or a wrinkle near her left ear as she described the fall-out from cash-strapped California refusing to pay her company for any services for the next 10 weeks. But I digress. Point is there were some personal space issues to overcome. At least for one of us. We'll put Becca on an end next time.

There were some potential eavesdropping issues too. We kept our topics of discussion to a tame PG-13 (at least for the first 30 minutes) for the benefit of Jamie's daughter "sleeping" just down the hall. Similarly, Jamie's wench-worthy sat "working" in the next room while we raucously discussed the pros and cons of my new wetnurse weight-loss program or which Wench Camp event we're going to plan first.

Although it was only a laptop with Sarah's head and smiling face staring back at us (actually mostly down and to the left) it truly felt like she was sitting across the table joking along and sipping drinks. We all acted silly and goofed with the web cam as if we were 12 years old. Tears streamed down from the corners of our eyes while we engaged in stomach-wrenching laughter. About what, you ask? Well...we will keep that one far, far into the moszna.