So, this originally started as a recap of my amazing weekend of seeing Norm MacDonald do a stand up show while sitting spitting distance from him and then wine tasting with good friends up in Sonoma County. But I realized I have next to zero interest in recapping my day to day life. This is a bummer for a few reasons.... Shall I list them? Okie-dokie then:
1. My autobiographical memory is not just poor, it's scary bad. I was half hoping that this blog would serve as something like an online diary so I could remember what the hell my life is/was. It's odd... I love love LOVE living my life. On a daily basis I ask myself what I did to get so lucky. Then I realize that I asked that question out loud... and in the middle of a meeting... or as I'm walking out of the bathroom... in any case, there have been times that things have gotten awkward as a result of asking that question.
2. My life is not without cool happenings. Rare is it that my answer to the question, "what did you do this weekend?" is "eh, nothing." Shouldn't I want to share tales of any fun adventures with others? It turns out if the tales are longer than a post on FB can cover, the answer is apparently not.
3. I would kind of like to maybe do a bit of writing on the side "for realz" (as the kiddies say) some day. No one wants to read random musings. But this girl doesn't have much interest in writing anything but random musings. It's a pickle!
4. I'm sure there's a #4
5. I'm also quite certain there's a #5
6. There COULD be a #6, so I'm putting in a 6 as a place holder. Easier to delete that add in the future. right, like I'm going to ever go back and edit this.
I will say this about my weekend... I love Norm MacDonald and I love wine and I love my friends. Briefly, here is why:
Norm: The guy kept me laughing almost the entire performance and when I wasn't laughing like a damn fool, I was stuck with a constant dopey smile on my face. He is usually not funny when he is paid to be. He is SOOO funny when he is the guest on a late night talk show or a contestant on a game show. But, holy hell can he sink a sitcom faster than (insert your own Oprah fat person joke here). I was honestly nervous for him in the hour preceding the show. It was a Comedy Central taping, for crying out loud and in my book, there was a 83.4927% chance that he was not only going to not be really funny, but that the show would be cringe-worthy. I love Norm for beating the odds!
Wine: Duh.
Friends: Another duh, but with some explanation. I sat back and looked at the friends I was with and each of their individual resumes (personal, professional, experiential) would blow the minds of most people. It was such a talented and accomplished group. The most impressive thing though and the thing I like most about this group? You would never ever know how impressive they are in every way even beyond what you see in front of you because they don't talk about it. They don't subtly drop hints, they don't overtly tell you, they don't bait you into asking. They are content with being interesting, interested, fun, funny, smart, caring people. I realized many of my friends fit this bill and I can't believe how lucky I am to be able to call such amazing people my true friends. Fuck. That was deep and serious and I'm done with being either one of those for the night.
So, enough about the ancient past. I will say this about today. I put on a pair of jeans directly out of the dryer, which made me feel both unbelievably skinny and unbelievably pretty. Was it the fact that I could barely get them over my thighs? Or was it the exaggerated muffin top they graced me with? Take your pick, my friends. Take your pick...
I was going to try and be ironic and recall a time when you were really not so lucky but pretend like you said outloud you were so lucky (you with me? no? oh well). The point is, I couldn't think of anything, all I could think of were good things so my conclusion is that you are indeed lucky and must have done something great to achieve this status. So I don't blame you for questionning that as loudly and as frequently as you possibly can to yourself....but wouldn't it be interesting to hear what other people think? There have to be a lot of people who have opinions and would want to comment. I mean, think of how much more you stand to learn if instead of just asking yourself that question after using a public bathroom, you asked your stall neighbor?
ReplyDeleteI'm jealous of Norm + wine weekend. It is really tough to beat laughter and wine. and 75 degrees and sun...you must have done an awful lot to be that lucky. Speaking of which, I think I'm going to start asking Dutch people what in the hell I did wrong.