“May your life someday be as awesome as you pretend it is on Facebook.”
Or in my case – Instagram.
Last Thursday my husband took the day off work (it’s our birthday tradition) and while our little guy was at preschool we ventured out to enjoy a breakfast together.
Just the two of us.
It is a rarity for just the two of us to have a breakfast out together and being that it was also on a birthday we had double the reasons NOT to let anything ruin our morning.
We landed at a breakfast spot that my husband had heard great things about… and well with “Mimosa” in the name of the restaurant it was a no brainer for me. It was my birthday after all.
After about an hour after we arrived to breakfast I took a picture of my “birthday breakfast”, sarcastically added “ooh la la”, then posted it to Instagram with a “thank you” to my hubs.
As soon as set my phone down I IMMEDIATELY turned to my husband and said – “I just became that sign that I love at Urban Girls in Seaport Village. My post totally looks like we are having an amazing breakfast together. It has taken us almost an hour to get A DRINK.”
I was being quite sarcastic yet completely honest.
That drink. That mouth watering Strawberry Mimosa. THAT WAS BREAKFAST. We sat at the restaurant that received rave reviews from acquaintances for a half an hour without being acknowledged by a server. Determined NOT to let anything ruin our morning together and assuming that it was ‘just a busy day’ for our server we moved over to the bar and waited some more.
The honest sarcasm is that my birthday breakfast included no eggs… no toast… not even oatmeal. My husband had an iced tea as I drank my birthday breakfast and then we left. (On an empty stomach and a little tipsy, I might add.) Once we got into our car we laughed.
I shared the story a couple times when I was asked about my birthday breakfast; one person laughed right along with me while another one called me out for THAT PICTURE ON INSTAGRAM. The one with the look of an “awesome Facebook picture”. Touché.
Because of the laughter we incurred over the forgotten breakfast and the comical intention of my liquid breakfast image – I have come to the conclusion that the questionable images posted on social media can often be considered social media caricatures. Mine included.
While we won’t be sharing rave reviews about the service or food from my birthday breakfast and while the image I shared could be interpreted more than one way; what matters is that we were together, beit caricatures or otherwise, which was exactly ‘where’ we wanted to be.
