Sunday was way better than yesterday
I was so cranked up the other night that I totally neglected to mention that I got to spend most of Sunday with Coleen, who is officially one of my most favorite people in the world. She flew in to Orange County to do some training and since I am a native Southern Cal girl, I thought nothing of the 90 minute drive up to pick her up at the airport.She didn't really expect me to come pick her up I think, but I am really glad that I did because she was on a cursed flight or something. Seriously, not only did she have a zillion crying babies on the flight, the luggage door on her plane wouldn't open so there was no luggage for her. No luggage, so sorry! Not that it stopped us from having a good time. It was literally moments before the two of us were babbling back and forth like we'd been friends since birth.
It's strange, the Internet. You meet people for the first time and you already know each other, have the backstory and the intimacy of people who see each other every day. We gossiped about the wedding and family and dumb boys and weird people, ate dinner together while laughing loudly, sacked out on the couch and snarked at the TV while watching Grey's Anatomy, made fun of kiosk tchotchkes at the mall and shopped for flip-flops together.
And it felt like we'd been doing it forever.
Coleen is good people, with her Philly accent and her funny Sherman and Clarence stories and her gigantic crazy-in-a-good-way family. She would walk across fire to help one of her friends, and when she's in your corner, you can't help but smile.
So now we've got two reasons to get our asses out to Philly someday. (Pratt, I'm looking at you as the other one.)
In other news, I fell down yesterday.
Wait, let me back up a bit.
Those pretty silver shoes that I bought for next weekend's Vegas Extravaganza were just begging to be worn, and I figured hey, they need to be broken in. So I found a shirt with a silver stripe hiding in my closet, and paired it with black pants and my pretty silver shoes. I was quite fetching.
My morning went fine, but at lunch I had to go to Target to pick up a new pair of sunglasses to replace the ones that broke the day before. So I headed into Target, all fetching and pretty and knowing exactly what I needed, but then I realized that hey, the tile floor was kinda slippery under the heels of my pretty silver shoes.
And then I fell. Right in front of the registers, no less. And man, that hurt. But I got up and trooped on over to the sunglasses section. Found what I needed and then headed over to the shoes to see if they had some cute low heeled ones to replace the cute low heeled ones that recently gave up on me. I headed across the tile line aisle with my mind on shoes.
And then I fell. Again. Not as many people around but WOW, that second one hurt even more.
I decided to tiptoe carefully over to the food section because I had promised a friend that I would bring more candy for her candy jar. And the entire food area was....tiled. I walked slowly over to the candy, found what I needed, and headed back towards the registers. I was right by the makeup section, almost to the registers.
And then I fell. A THIRD TIME. Only this time, it was in front of five Target employees. I think they were all worried that I was going to start yelling "I SUE YOU! I SUE TARGET!" but instead I just got up and tiptoed over to the register, where I promptly took off my stupid silver shoes and put on the cute black ones I had just picked out. And I tried not to cry, because my foot and my elbow and oh, my pride, they all hurt.
My foot hurt badly enough that I both A) called my mother and cried a little because WHAT IF I BROKE MY FOOT A MONTH BEFORE THE WEDDING (she reassured me that there was nothing to worry about because the dress would hide a cast) and B) considered a trip to the urgent care. But it felt better this morning, so I think I'll survive.
But you should all feel sorry for me, and keep the laughing to a minimum.
posted by Melinda @ 9:40 PM
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