Divas Don't Do Dishes Dinner Club, Part 1

Since I have been in Omaha, my efforst at making friends have been spotty at best. There have been no women at the park when I've gone (like, literally deserted). The women I've come across through the preschool (not the teachers AT ALL) can be summed up with one word starting with a "B" and ending with "otch." At the open house, the mothers of Izzy's class mates (with one exception) greeted all of my smiles and overtures with blank stares followed by walking away. Seriously - one woman spoke to me, and smiles when I see her at pick up or drop off. Other than that the next best response I've gotten has been staring through me like I don't exist. Several of the father's spoke with me cordially, leading me to wonder if I'm coming cross as some sort of heathen homewrecker or something. Who knew jeans, a tshirt and three young (wel behaved) children was saucy enough to alienate everyone? And if you will allow me to sound totally bitchy for a moment, I will add that it is not only their attitudes that makes the other mothers ugly - they are all frumptastic sourpusses, and frankly I'm glad they don't want me to join their snotty littel lives. My one succesful attempt so far has been the stroller boot camp I take when Izzy is at school. The women there are all really nice (and pretty and stylish), and I have even gotten numbers from two of them with plans to have playdates sometime. So it's not all bad. And tonight I will be making yet another stride towards meeting some new friends. I have joined the Divas Dont Do Dishes Dinner Club through Meetup.com (thanks for the tip, Sarah!) and the first dinner is tonight. Basically I am going on a blind date with 7 other women. I am excited but also completely nervous - making friends is definitely NOT a strong suit with me. But I have an outfit picked out, my hair is freshly blow dried and my nails polished. Let's hope I don't have an anxiety attack. Wish me luck!!

ps: I'll let you know how it went tomorrow!

pps: just visited the website for the restaurant we are going to (ironically, it is in the same parking lot as the preschool) and they have an extensive list of fruity delicious looking martinis. Whoop whoop