You gotta love life, and I do!

Today was one of those days where lots of small funnies kept happening, which was good, because I had an event this afternoon that I felt fairly anxious about for some reason, but happily it all went very well.

First, during lunch pre-event, I had a discussion with the big boss about the difference between light and dark jeans in terms of fashion. He did not see a difference. I patiently explained that light jeans totally say "casual!" while dark jeans, depending on how and what you wear them with, can be dressed up or down. If you've seen one pair of jeans, you haven't seen them all. This led to some disagreement. Luckily, the topic came up later at the event, and fashionista friend backed me up, also stating that the rules of fashion just are. Yes! You know them when you see them. I'm not sure that I've changed anyone's mind here, but I'm sure that I'm right!

However, I've noticed lately I'm the queen of unsolicited fashion advice. I'm not sure it's appreciated when, walking along with a male coworker, I burst out mid-conversation (totally unrelated) with, "...and stop wearing so much white! It's not your color. You're an autumn!" Yikes. Helpful but possibly unwanted. Or, when Monice wears a fabulous shirt, I point out that color is stunning on her because she is a winter. I had a fashion consultation once several years ago, and suddenly I'm an expert. But, I know what I know. Or when I say to someone, "What's going on here?" making a circular motion with my pointer finger to indicate that "here" means your outfit. Or, when I decide it's necessary to explain in detail to the boss why different kinds of jeans work in different contexts. I have a lot of opinions on this particular subject, and they just come out.

Then, at the event, I was waving a group of people on in the hallways to get them to their next activity, and one of the students said to me, "Megan, you're always waving. You're such a waver." Another one chimed in with, "It's so friendly!" in a friendly way. First of all, friendly? Me? Second, I suppose it's true. I am a waver. I like the students, and when I see them, I like to acknowledge that. I'm not one for yelling out "Hi-iiiii!" up the stairwell or across the room, so very often I smile and wave. Also, sometimes I'm walking in or out listening to my MP3 player (which just quit on me a couple of days ago. I'm bummed. I have no luck with electronics!), so I figure since I can't hear very well and might shout, I'll just wave. This is what happens when members of the God Squad try to approach me when I'm leaving work. I end up saying, "SORRY, I GOTTA GO!" over the sound of my player, which makes them think I'm nuts. Or I shake my head slightly and give them an ominous look that says, "Don't even try it." I had one approach me and start talking while I was on my cell phone, and he got the incredulous REALLY??? look as I huffed off. I have so little patience for this business. There is no waving involved, because my hands are firmly in my pockets. Members of the GS tend to come at you with a hand outstretched, and I dodge it, because while I wouldn't mind meeting the person, I know instead I'm shaking hands with their agenda. I have no interest in that.

Anyway, back to the topic at, ahem, hand. Thinking about it, I did a lot of waving at this event for various reasons, when I wasn't charging around with a microphone. At the reception, I was sharing the friendly waving comments with coworkers, and I explained to one that I shall now be known as "the Waver." From this point on, he will not receive any verbal greetings from me, only waves. So, when he passed me on his way out for the night, he waved goodbye. Right on.

After the event, I asked a few of the guy students to help me schlep some heavy stuff back into the office, and they agreed. Jokingly I said, "Is there some muscle power in this room?" and they responded immediately, in unison, with a resounding "NO!!" For some reason, maybe it was just this particular group, it made me laugh and laugh. I adore the students.

On my way home, I stopped at the store to pick up a few items, and I noticed newly installed Jelly Belly dispensers. I love Jelly Bellies. They so remind me of going to the local QFC with friend Shannon when we were in high school and selecting all our faves to take to work or to a sleepover. I felt so nostalgic that I ripped a Jelly Belly bag off the side of the stand and quickly filled it up with $6 worth of jelly beans. I had a difficult time controlling the dispenser.

And now, as much as I'd like to type more, I'm off to an "Erotic Party." I type that in quotes, because I've been told by one of the planners that it's a joke. I hope that is the case, and not a ruse, because for many reasons that I won't go into here, it is not ok for me to be at an erotic party with this group! NG. I explained to friend that if I arrive and everyone is in thongs, reveling in kinkiness, I will be shimmying out the bathroom window before my pic is taken and ends up on Facebook. He laughed and told me the window handle is broken, so I may be exiting the normal way through the front door. In either case, I bought a bottle of Menage a Trois wine to bring. Whether I stay or go, I might as well keep in the spirit of things in my gifting.

I just don't even know what to say about that. Have a good night.

Your friend,

The Waver