Facebook allows me to keep track of the often hilarious events in my far-away family and old friends’ lives. For example this week was Shad Planking, an event that my cousin attended in a seersucker suit and dark shoes. I only know about this because someone posted a picture. The picture provoked a discussion about when it is appropriate to break out the seersucker (Easter Sunday, at least in Virginia) and what is the first day for white bucks (Memorial Day). I was reminded of growing up visiting their family and being expected to dress for dinner. In a dress. On
weekdays. The funny part was that this cousin was and still is a very naughty boy, so I know that soon there will be stories about the after party certainly planned by his gorgeous wife. They live in a historic bar that they converted into a living space. They have an actual bar and a stripper pole in their living room. I only know these things because of Facebook.
Of course I routinely trim my friends list (or at least hide the boring people) so that keeping up is not too tedious. Anyone who posts that they are sick or tired more than anything else gets hidden. That also keeps me from publicly whining. I don’t want to be the one that my friends are hiding!
Now there’s a rumor about ads automatically running in the side bars, which would ratchet up the annoyance factor considerably. That might be the end of it for me.
