Embracing My Uncoolness

Okay, so believe it or not, I do actually have some rules for myself and this blog. These somewhat random (and often made up as I go along) rules include, but are not limited to: Being only as honest in writing here as I could bear to be in speech in real life. This means I don't intend to use this space as a place to whine and complain and criticise specific people in my life. (Because I have a telephone and the trusted ears of my best friends for that kind of stuff, thankyouverymuch). I'm pretty sure that I've also never mentioned any place where I work by name, which has been intentional. Furthermore, when I do venture in to "complaining" territory, especially about work, I attempt to accept ownership for my feelings of frustration. Because really, I don't think anyone really does anything to us that we don't let them do... to a certain extent. (You gotta take that one with a grain of salt, because there ARE manipulative people out there to whom some of us really are powerless and susceptible. Okay, moving on.)

So, I guess that's the bottom line of my rules really: whatever I write on here, it is about me - the events of my life and my thoughts and feelings about them. And a very big part of this blog is me sharing these anecdotes with the intention of accepting total responsibility for the shape and feel of my own life, when it is awesome as well as when it is not so awesome.

But I have to say I think my life is pretty awesome right now. I'm love, love, LOVING my new living sitch. "Baby" Henry and I are definitely becoming buddies, and I'm also totally loving my adult roomies. (After I typed that sentence I just took a sip of the hot chocolate with Khalua that my roomie Laura just made me. Yes folks, I have moved to heaven. It's in The Junction. On Vine Avenue. Sigh.) I've also been spending quite a bit of time lately enjoying the company of many of my super fantastic friends, with whom I'd fallen out of touch over the past few months/years/etc (for some reason or another).

In fact, just last night, I went out with some girls I used to work with at The Restaurant. It has been months since I've seen most of them! It was soooo great! It was the lovely Beverly's birthday, and my friend Laura (not roomie Laura) had a group of us over to her place before we hit the bar. Now, another one of my rules for this here blog is not to record anything to "incriminating" about myself, or to make myself seem like some great big out-of-control party girl. Which I am not. Really and truly. So far from it. However, I do know how to have a good time, and sometimes a little gin helps the fun move along... ya know what I mean? Anyhow, so here I am, throwing caution to wind, and about to tell you about some of the ridiculousness that I perpetrated last night...

Originally, I didn't intend to join the girls at the bar, but of course, after a few "pre-drinks" at Laura's I was easily coerced into joining the bar festivities. And I brought the fun. Big time. Somehow I also brought the drunkeness. Alas, also big time. Now, I wasn't such a mess that I don't remember what a dancing fool I made of myself, so I guess that's a good sign.

Anyhow, once the night at the bar ended, Laura and Beverly decided to put me in a cab and send me on my merry way home. But just before they did that, the noticed that I had pulled my phone out of my pocket...

"Meghan, who are you calling? Meghan? Meghan? What are you doing?!?!"

Imagine them reaching towards me in slow motion to grab the phone from my hands, in a last-ditch, good friend attempt at preventing a drunk dial.

"Meghan - Nooooooooooo!"

They were too late. I made the call. I totally called the boy that I like right now. Oh. My. Gawd.
(Yep, here's another blog rule-breaker - making reference to my romantic life, which yes my dear readers, I do have! I've just made a pointed effort up until now not to write about it here on the interweb for everyone and their dog to read about. Ugh, as if.)

Ok, so I drunk dialed the boy that I like. (Um, actually I called him twice. Oh my, oh my, oh my...) And then I got home. Finally. Unfortunately, I had told Laura & Louis that I would be staying at friend Laura's place, so they had put this security latch thingy on the door (my friend Kevin called it "the old lady door lock" when I told him the story today). Being the drunken genius that I am, I tried sticking my hand through the door to unlock it... Obviously, if it were actually possible to unlock the door that way, there would be no market for these latches and no one would have them. Duh.

The next thing I know, my hand is stuck.

My hand is stuck in the front door of my house, where my roomates are sleeping (one of whom is under the age of two years) and it's after 3:00am. OH MY.

I ended up having to call the house and thank god Louis had fallen asleep on the couch and so was downstairs to hear the phone ring and let me in.

Yes, it was hilarity. And yes, oh yes, I am so un-cool!
But at least I'm entertaining, no?