Monday, June 22, 2009
Not me! Monday: Girls' Night Out
Hey, everyone! It's that time again. Can't believe it's Monday already. The weekend kind of flew by.
Before I get started with the Not me!s, I just wanted to say that you all are so amazing. I know I mentioned it yesterday, but I can't tell you how much I've appreciated the warm thoughts and the kind words and the encouragement and support. I learned this weekend that, despite still being at the beginning of what will hopefully be a relatively short battle with depression, I know I'll be okay because I was actually able to let loose and have a genuinely good time.
When I was surrounded by people. When I was all alone? Not so much.
But, I'll get through it. I know I will. And I partly have all of you to thank for that.
So are you ready to hear about what I did NOT do on my wild and crazy Girls' Night?? I thought NOT!
My mom has not had this freaky 3-foot-tall doll since she was three years old:
For anyone wondering how I ended up the way I am today, I'm sure it was not because I had this thing sleeping at the foot of my bed when I was a little kid. This would surely not give a child traumatic nightmares. Never!
So my sister-in-law, Kristi, did not decide a few months back to create a Facebook account for this doll. She wouldn't do that because dolls don't need Facebook pages. And because she's a mature adult. Adults certainly don't play with dolls.
And Kristi did not include Patty in the Facebook invite she sent out last week when she decided to have a Girls' Night with me, Lorena, and Charlotte. She wouldn't invite Patty because Patty's not a real person. And she also didn't jokingly ask me to stop by and pick up Patty for our night on the town. And I didn't decide to just go with it. And I definitely didn't spend two hours on Thursday night making a cocktail/Paris Hilton dress for a freaky doll. Who does things like that??
So Kristi, Lorena, and Charlotte did not think it was HILARIOUS when Patty and I didn't show up at the door, all dressed up and ready to go out.
And Kristi and Charlotte did not tell Lorena and me that we were crazy for wanting to let Patty join us on our adventure. And Lorena and I did not insist on taking Patty out with us for the whole night.
Charlotte didn't start getting into the fun once we got to our destination. She definitely didn't want to hold Patty's hand and escort her down the escalator.
And she didn't stop to chat with Patty while we figured out how to get to the Cheesecake Factory.
Lorena and I did not use Patty's name when we got ourselves on the list at the restaurant. Lorena did not tell me that she thought Kristi and Charlotte might be a little bit embarassed because we were near where they live. And I did not make the casual remark that, "There are a million people in this city. What are the chances we're going to run into someone they know?"
When our 40 minute wait did not turn out to be less than 20 and we were not seated at a great spot on the patio, Patty did not enjoy a Peach Pellini and an avocado eggroll:
Our waiter did not insist that we were by far his favorite table of the night. He also did not keep asking what he could get for Patty, if she wanted another drink, and admonish us not to stick her with the bill. He was not one of the funniest waiters I've ever had!
Also, Kristi did not try to get us to discreetly check out the severely ratted out hair on the back of some kid's head at the next table. And when I turned to not look, I did not see a friend of MINE at another nearby table! I was 30 miles from home, and so was my friend. What are the chances of that??
And Charlotte did not make the brilliant suggestion that we get my buddy John to pose for a picture with Patty. And this did not turn out to be my favorite picture from the entire night:
After we left the Cheesecake Factory, we did not practically run to the theater to get our tickets. We didn't need to run because we are never late to movies. We did not see The Proposal with Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds and we did not enjoy it. Especially Patty.
(Kristi was not pointing at Ryan Reynolds' rockin' abs...)
And the woman next to me was not giving us dirty looks of sheer annoyance throughout the entire movie. She was obviously a very understanding person and totally in on the fun. And she definitely didn't tick me off by filling up my drink holder with nasty shells of pistachios or something gross.
After we left the movie, everyone did not tell me that it really made the night more fun by having Patty come along. And no matter what anyone says, there are absolutely NOT any pictures of Patty puking in the bushes, getting scolded by a security officer, or getting arrested. Patty is a good girl. She would never get the cops involved.
Not me! Mondays were created by MckMama. To find out what everyone else has not been up to this week, stop by her site and say hello!
Before I get started with the Not me!s, I just wanted to say that you all are so amazing. I know I mentioned it yesterday, but I can't tell you how much I've appreciated the warm thoughts and the kind words and the encouragement and support. I learned this weekend that, despite still being at the beginning of what will hopefully be a relatively short battle with depression, I know I'll be okay because I was actually able to let loose and have a genuinely good time.
When I was surrounded by people. When I was all alone? Not so much.
Alone Time+Karen=Bad Combination
But, I'll get through it. I know I will. And I partly have all of you to thank for that.
So are you ready to hear about what I did NOT do on my wild and crazy Girls' Night?? I thought NOT!
My mom has not had this freaky 3-foot-tall doll since she was three years old:
For anyone wondering how I ended up the way I am today, I'm sure it was not because I had this thing sleeping at the foot of my bed when I was a little kid. This would surely not give a child traumatic nightmares. Never!So my sister-in-law, Kristi, did not decide a few months back to create a Facebook account for this doll. She wouldn't do that because dolls don't need Facebook pages. And because she's a mature adult. Adults certainly don't play with dolls.
And Kristi did not include Patty in the Facebook invite she sent out last week when she decided to have a Girls' Night with me, Lorena, and Charlotte. She wouldn't invite Patty because Patty's not a real person. And she also didn't jokingly ask me to stop by and pick up Patty for our night on the town. And I didn't decide to just go with it. And I definitely didn't spend two hours on Thursday night making a cocktail/Paris Hilton dress for a freaky doll. Who does things like that??
So Kristi, Lorena, and Charlotte did not think it was HILARIOUS when Patty and I didn't show up at the door, all dressed up and ready to go out.
And Kristi and Charlotte did not tell Lorena and me that we were crazy for wanting to let Patty join us on our adventure. And Lorena and I did not insist on taking Patty out with us for the whole night.Charlotte didn't start getting into the fun once we got to our destination. She definitely didn't want to hold Patty's hand and escort her down the escalator.
And she didn't stop to chat with Patty while we figured out how to get to the Cheesecake Factory.
Lorena and I did not use Patty's name when we got ourselves on the list at the restaurant. Lorena did not tell me that she thought Kristi and Charlotte might be a little bit embarassed because we were near where they live. And I did not make the casual remark that, "There are a million people in this city. What are the chances we're going to run into someone they know?"When our 40 minute wait did not turn out to be less than 20 and we were not seated at a great spot on the patio, Patty did not enjoy a Peach Pellini and an avocado eggroll:
Our waiter did not insist that we were by far his favorite table of the night. He also did not keep asking what he could get for Patty, if she wanted another drink, and admonish us not to stick her with the bill. He was not one of the funniest waiters I've ever had!Also, Kristi did not try to get us to discreetly check out the severely ratted out hair on the back of some kid's head at the next table. And when I turned to not look, I did not see a friend of MINE at another nearby table! I was 30 miles from home, and so was my friend. What are the chances of that??
And Charlotte did not make the brilliant suggestion that we get my buddy John to pose for a picture with Patty. And this did not turn out to be my favorite picture from the entire night:
After we left the Cheesecake Factory, we did not practically run to the theater to get our tickets. We didn't need to run because we are never late to movies. We did not see The Proposal with Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds and we did not enjoy it. Especially Patty.
(Kristi was not pointing at Ryan Reynolds' rockin' abs...)And the woman next to me was not giving us dirty looks of sheer annoyance throughout the entire movie. She was obviously a very understanding person and totally in on the fun. And she definitely didn't tick me off by filling up my drink holder with nasty shells of pistachios or something gross.
After we left the movie, everyone did not tell me that it really made the night more fun by having Patty come along. And no matter what anyone says, there are absolutely NOT any pictures of Patty puking in the bushes, getting scolded by a security officer, or getting arrested. Patty is a good girl. She would never get the cops involved.
Not me! Mondays were created by MckMama. To find out what everyone else has not been up to this week, stop by her site and say hello!
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