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April 23, 2007
Double R Diner*
Embarrassment #1: I have been spelling embarrasment with one "R" for like, EVER. Why are there two Rs? It only needs one, right? Right? Why do you hate me, dictionary? Isn't it enough that I can pronounce neither sudoku nor aspartame correctly?
#2, 8, 467, etc.:
When I'm stressed out, I become a total clutz. Well, "become" is perhaps inaccurate. I will just say that my clutziness is amplified.
The clutziness set in a few days ago -- yesterday I managed to drop a $5.99 CFL lightbulb on the floor while switching an old wattage-sucker out.
Luckily, today, I went shoe and Target shopping with Laurie -- but first we stopped by to get our free CFL lightbulbs at Home Depot, yay! I remember thinking to myself as we got our envirobulbs, "woohoo, Even Steven!"
Oh, you little fool. Your optimism is so cute! Quaint even!
In DSW, I managed to knock one bag and then one pair of shoes off the shelves. In Target, a makeup bag. When I got home, apparently my clumsiness had infected my felines because Fred managed to knock a leftover, half-full beer bottle onto the kitchen floor. And while cleaning it up, I stepped right into a piece of last night's broken lightbulb, which meant I left a nice, bloody trail into the bathroom.
Awesome!
And tonight, I supped with Brie, one of my best high school friends, at Jar, which, um, CRAB DEVILED EGGS. Impossibly good. And p.s., Sarah Paulson was there, whom, oddly enough, I saw this summer at Falcon. Also, p.s., how come I know the correct usage of whom and who and yet I can't spell embaRRassed? The irony. The Iliad. The Odyssey.
Anyway, before I headed out, I had given myself an anti-clutz pep talk, like, Jen, WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT SPILL ANYTHING.
Yeah.
I made it through the entire amazing meal without knocking anything over. I did accidentally ask the waiter how he was doing twice, which was weird, and I believe I blushed and was kind of brusque when I placed my order, "the oxtail," to mask my embaRRassment. But that is par for the course, people.
Then the bill came. And with it, my dignity left. In reaching for the bill, I managed to spill my entire glass of water all over the table.
And my pants.
And my shirt.
And the banquette.
And the floor.
Sweet bejeebus, how can one little water glass transform you into a wet t-shirt contest participant, AND harken you back to second grade when you peed your pants and the school nurse took pity on you and drove you home (totally against school rules) to get a fresh pair because you refused to wear The Dregs of the Pant Universe available in the lost-and-found? (p.s., LYLAS, SWAK, have a bitchin' summer, school nurse!)
By the embaRRassment-doubling power of stress-fueled clutziness, that's how.
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*Big nerdy props if you know the pop culture reference this refers to.
Posted by jen at April 23, 2007 12:38 AM
Comments
Psst. Hate to torture you more but I thought that the word started with a "k". You know. "Klutz."
Posted by: Dagny at April 23, 2007 06:07 AM
So did you get any shoes before the wet t-shirt contest started?
Posted by: -R- at April 23, 2007 07:15 AM
In Holland they don't put lids on your coffee, which is how I managed to spill a cappuccino all over our hotel room. What's crazy is that it was maybe six ounces, and yet managed to ruin a book and splash across the entire room and onto both of our suitcases.
Posted by: Gwen at April 23, 2007 06:12 PM
Listen, I AM the Pop Culture Librarian, after all. So of course I know that the Double R Diner is from Twin Peaks. And, because I live in Seattle, I have actually been by there. So yay, I get the big nerdy props! Such is my life and I'm not ashamed! Or embaRRassed!
Posted by: Librarian Girl at April 23, 2007 07:38 PM
I am known as a grammar nazi and yet this is one of the words I struggle with on a regular basis.
Posted by: Erin at April 23, 2007 10:12 PM
The second time you spelled Embarrassment in this post, you spelled it wrong, leaving out one "s". ;-)
Posted by: Starlene at April 24, 2007 09:06 AM
There's nothing wrong with embarrassing yourself or displaying clutziness. Most normal people will find it endearing. Getting your friends hooked on facebook, and myspace by association, now that's a crime.
Posted by: Ursula at April 24, 2007 12:36 PM
what??!?!!! embarassed is spelled with TWO r's? i don't believe it. i've spelled it FOREVER with one. and honestly, no one (not even a prof) has ever called me on it. CRAZY. i'm shocked! =)
Posted by: grace at May 14, 2007 06:31 PM