A Midlife Moment

This afternoon I met with my friend C. at our favorite neighborhood spot.  A quaint bistro-style coffee-house that serves delicious sandwiches and salads, pastries and artisanal coffees (C. swoons over the perfectly blended iced coffee), we love to sit here and chit-chat over lunch.  Occasionally I finish up my meal with a handmade salted caramel chocolate truffle – heaven!

While greedily devouring our eggplant, red pepper, zucchini and mozzarella sandwiches (on freshly baked Italian bread), C. mentioned how much she was enjoying the NBC musical drama “Smash”.

The conversation went something like this:

C.:  “. . . and Debra Messing is amazing on this show, I love her.”

Me:  “So do I, she is so funny.  Is she wearing her hair curly or straight?”  (I’ve recently stopped blow drying my naturally curly hair straight, thus alleviating my arm pain and most likely averting carpal tunnel syndrome.  Knowing that Deb was a curly girl, I was curious).

C.:  “Not pin straight, but wavy.  She was so great in that other series, too, you know, the one where. . . oh, you remember. . . “

Me:  “Yes of course, with that guy. . . what was it called again??? “

C.:  “Yes, the one with Jack. . . “

Me:  “Yes, and the other one – ugh, what is the name of that show???”

C.:  “I just can’t think of it. . . . “

Me:  “Neither can I – why can’t we think of that name???”

We stared at each other blankly.  Neither one of us could come up with the name of that damn show, not for the next 45 minutes of our lunch date.  Not even on the way home.  I told her we were having a Midlife Moment – where you can recall some details of what you’re trying to remember, but you can’t quite remember exactly what it is you’re trying to remember.  I felt like I was being punk’d by my own brain – the answer was just kind of dancing around the edges of my memory banks, then got  yanked away just as it was about to descend onto the tip of my tongue.  If you fall anywhere on the 40-spectrum, you might know what I’m talking about.

 The funny thing about these Moments is that eventually you do remember what it was you were trying to remember.  I finally remembered the name of the show.  Nine hours later.

“WILL & GRACE for cryin’ out loud,” I text-yelled to C.  “OMG!!  Of course!” she texted back.

Sigh.  I wonder if they can put some ginkgo biloba in those salted caramel chocolate truffles.  Doesn’t chocolate have some memory enhancing properties?  I think I read that somewhere, I just can’t remember where. . .


Are you “forgetting to remember” more often than usual?  What are some of your Midlife Moments?  Let me know (don’t worry, I’ll probably forget all about it!)