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Thursday, August 10, 2006

The Birth of Mel's Blog

This summer marks the one year anniversary of moving to the DC area from my lifelong home, Louisiana. A lot has happened in the past year. A lot. Anyone who knows me knows what a hectic, crazy life I lead.

For example, I've managed to:
  • find every possible way to get lost on my way to the office
  • find that every possible way I CAN get lost on my way to the office will lead me directly to the Manassas Battlefield
  • enter a trivia contest with the team name of “Terry Schiavo, half a brain… not bad for a Florida voter.”
  • have a vagrant outside of Hooter’s try to kiss me
  • sneak into a production of Mama Mia at the National Theatre
  • have three transvestites ask me where I got my outfit
  • pass out on the metro… heading in the WRONG direction
  • get an entertainment center from IKEA stuck in my car
  • suffer from a bout of Claustrophobia while leaving a Nationals game
And that was just my first week up here. Seriously.

Of course, keeping my friends up to date on the hilarity that is my life has been next to impossible. It was my good friend Catherine, the youngest member of my urban family, who suggested I keep a blog so that she could still laugh at my expense despite the fact she’s moving away.


So, now you all won’t have to wait until the next time we chat to hear about my misadventures. From dropping my car keys in the Chesapeake Bay to my dinner date who sat in his chair "Indian style" at a very nice restaurant and asked me if it would be okay for him to kick off his shoes (I can’t make this stuff up)... it’ll all be here for your reading pleasure.

Enjoy! :-D

7 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Mel! You crazy hottie! Didn't anyone ever mention you can't take hippies to nice places? :)

8:09 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Mel, you've already captivated me, and you're only up to your first week! Can't wait to read more about your misadventures. You had me laughing out loud!

3:08 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Does anybody read this stuff? Melanie, really, I do have better things to do late on a Friday night.... I really do... I swear.. Seriously.

11:45 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The only thing worse than getting lost in a city like, oh, say, New York, would be getting yourself lost in the country. All there are are trees, farms, and sometimes pavement, if you're lucky. As much as I'd love trading stories, I'd fear it...

10:17 PM

 
Blogger Mel said...

m -

You are right. Getting lost in the country is much worse than the city. Half the time you can't get a singal on your cell, so you end up just waiting for some inbred goon to come kill you.

I'll do you one better than that though... getting lost in the swamp. If the goon don't get ya, the gators will!

;-)

5:10 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Mmm. Melanie. :-)

6:14 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I am so cirrusly late in checking out your blog that I can't even apologize bucept to say that I'll be catching it from the bottom up (and I promise - no peeking up your skirt, my DSW would kill me in my sleep).

And getting lost in DC is *easy*. For a real challenge, get lost in Thibodaux, Grosse Tete or Mamou without drinking.

4:16 PM

 

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