There comes a time in one’s life when something extraordinary will happen and define the course of future events.
For instance, when Prince Charming placed the glass slipper on Cinderella’s petite foot, we knew that they would marry and live Happily Ever After. And when the Prince kissed Snow White in the forest, waking her from her apple-induced coma, we knew that they would marry and live Happily Ever After. And when (yet another) Prince kissed Sleeping Beauty in the castle, (also) waking her from her spindle wheel pricking curse, we knew that they would marry and live Happily Ever After.
Hmmm…there seems to be a pattern here.
Maybe we should look at more “realistic” defining moments, like on the Real Housewives.
For instance, at a dinner party on the Real Housewives of New Jersey, Teresa Giudice calls co-star Danielle Staub a “prostitution whore” and then flips a table over, abruptly ending the party and catapulting Teresa into reality star royalty. And at a dinner party on the Real Housewives of New York, Aviva Drescher announces that the “only thing artificial or fake about me, it THIS,” before slamming her amputated leg on the table, ending yet another Housewife party prematurely and getting her fired from the next season of the show. And, at a dinner party on the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, Kim Richards threatens to expose dark secrets in co-star Lisa Rinna’s marriage, causing Lisa to lunge across the table and try to choke Kim, before picking up a glass, throwing water in her face, and then smashing the glass on the table as if she was a villain from an old western movie. This climatic episode made fans question Kim Richard’s on-again, off-again sobriety, and Lisa Rinna’s on-again, off-again sanity.
Hmmm…maybe these aren’t so much defining moments as they are dinner parties from hell.
The dictionary classifies a Defining Moment as “a point at which the essential nature or character of a person is revealed or identified”. I’ve been trying to figure out if there has been an occurrence in my life that fits this description. Without a Happily Ever After or a disastrous dinner party on my resume, I didn’t think I qualified. But then it hit me. There was something that happened to me many years ago that truly did set the course for the next ten years of my life…and it involved a nightmare parade, an unruly crowd, and a giant rodent by the name of Nut Meg.
