As I mentioned in my last post, a group of the Aiming Low gals came out to LA to visit last weekend.
While it was a lot of people crammed into my little house, we totally made it work.
The biggest issue was probably that these ladies came from a different time zone. So, they were awake at like, um, 4 a.m.
I don’t do 4 a.m.
Unless I am stumbling home from a bar.
They arrived on a Friday, and were pretty tired from a day of traveling so we went to bed pretty early and woke up really early.
This messed with me. I am already a cluster to begin with, but lack of sleep only magnifies it. I tried to fix the problem by having a mimosa at breakfast and a margarita at lunch.
I don’t think it worked because when we got in the car to go to dinner, I realized I forgot my cell phone in the house. Turn off the car. Run inside. Search all over. Find it.
Take 2. (I can’t even tell you how many times I get in my car and head down the street only to realize I have either forgotten a) my wallet; b) my cell phone or c) my house key.)
So, anyway, we head out to Hollywood to have a yummy sushi dinner and to watch the Expecting Motherhood show. In an effort to make myself feel normal, I order two small hot sake’s with my dinner.
We left ourselves about 2.5 minutes to walk run to the venue from the restaurant so everything was kind of a blur. Also, guess what’s not fun? Walking down the streets of Hollywood in heels.
Because it’s hard for me to breathe without holding onto my blackberry, I was frantically digging around in my purse while running down the street. I couldn’t find my phone among the gagillion other pieces of shit in my purse, but figured it was because I can’t run and do anything else at the same time.
However, it still wasn’t there when I stopped running, and I began to have a slight panic attack.
I started making plans to run back to the restaurant or call them or FUCK. I don’t know. SOMETHING.
And, then sweet little Jen, who can’t keep a secret to save her life, alerted me to the fact that Meghan (who I can’t decide is a lifesaver or a mean bitch for not telling me right away) had picked up my phone on the way out of the restaurant.
No matter where I go, who I hang out with, I ALWAYS need someone to help me function. I am starting to wonder when I will grow out of the cluster.
My brain only works on one wavelength – routine.
If my routine is off, even by the slightest, I forget at least 1 thing for the day. My most often-forgotten task? Putting on deodorant. So, I keep some in my car. Cause, you know, no one wants a smelly chick around them.
Twitter Name: alotofnothing
Sounds like me. I lose shit ALL the time!
Twitter Name: LovinStilettos
Dammit, I was jealous enough but the mimosas put me over-the-top envious!
Twitter Name: Amy_Urquhart
Now listen. I CAN keep a secret, what I CAN’T do is watch someone SILENTLY freaking out and having a panic attack because I do the same shit. And yeah, Meghan is just mean.
@jenbshaw,
Annnnddddd…back off the friends column.
Twitter Name: AMomTwoBoys
@AMomTwoBoys, *snicker* @jenbshaw is fired AGAIN!
Twitter Name: motherbumper
You’re WELCOME. JEEZ.
Twitter Name: AMomTwoBoys
Classic….I’m glad I’m not the only one. I got a once in a lifetime day to myself to shop. I took a shower, put on lip gloss and drove clear across town to eat lunch before shopping. After finishing my lunch in this posh little cafe, I realized I did not have my wallet. I had nothing, NADA to pay with. I had to call my husband and give the waitress a credit card number to use. (After I loudly dropped the F-bomb in said posh cafe when I realized I did not have my wallet) And my shopping? Canceled.
You are lucky you had a gal pal with you who knew to grab it!
Did you see that Wanda Sykes stand up where she is talking on the cell phone digging through her purse looking for something and her friend on the phone can tell she is distracted and not listening and asked her what the hell she is doing? Wanda answers “I can’t find my cell phone!” And the friend says, “call me back when you find it honey”. Too funny!
Just wait until you have a kid that you can leave behind…
I’m the same way and I’ve never lost a kid, but just in case, I’m making name tags for your baby to be as we speak.
Twitter Name: tenakim
oh, I SO wish I had been there for the LA shenanigans.
Twitter Name: alimartell
Sounds like so much fun, and if my head weren’t attached, I’d forget it.
I HATE doing this! Drives me bonkers.
Normally it involves me reversing out of the garage…then back in cos I forgot something…reversing out again…and forgetting something else (like my brain) and out again. Ugh!
Sounds like you had fun though!
Twitter Name: WhoaMumma
And once again I laugh my tail off.
Thank YOU!
Twitter Name: AngelaAtHP
If it makes you feel any better, I lost my keys IN MY HOUSE over a month ago and I still can’t find them. I’m blaming it on my daughter who must have hidden them somewhere.
I mean, she’s only 6 months old and she can’t even crawl yet but that is soooo not the point here.
Thank goodness you have such nice bitches to roll with! I mean FRIENDS!! (No, I mean bitches…)
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