Today it finally happened. I was walking back to my office from lunch looking so professional in my black pin-striped dress pants and heels. And then, as I elegantly strode to the front door, thinking in my head how beautiful the sound of clicking heels is, I lifted my foot and my shoe didn't want to come with it. I fell forward and just smiled as I looked back at my shoe stuck in the crack between the two pieces of tile and the people around me who seemed to look more embarrassed than I felt. For some reason it just reminded me that I am now an independent adult in our nation's capitol, wearing heels, giving directions to people on the street who ask me how to get to the holocaust museum, paying into a 401K retirement plan, buying things like band-aids and neosporin instead of just stealing them from my parents house, and having a desire for the first time to buy things like furniture.
Don't get me wrong the silly part of me tends to come out more than the super serious, but it is refreshing once and awhile to be reminded of my continual emergence into adulthood.
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Awesome Jenny. I enjoyed this one. Being a grown man/woman is kind of cool, despite having to spend more money/be more responsible/dressing kind of lame.
ReplyDeleteI felt like you spoke from my heart. I completely agree. I am super cool and collected at work. However, I am just a big dork. Thanks for making me feel normal.
ReplyDeleteSo, yes I realize that we are old....but I actually love being 25. Crazy that Bai and Brad are little freshies.....call me when you get back to wild west!!!
ReplyDeleteDon't do it. Don't buy furniture. It's a mistake.
ReplyDeleteI can picture the whole thing, and only laugh until you look over, at which point I'm collected and hand you the purse you may have dropped in the process. Love it. Love you in heels, love that you are in spandex 5 minutes later to bike home.
ReplyDeleteNothing wrong w/ a little spill now and then. Were you trying to bend and snap? Watch yourself Corry...
No way - this happened right after our lunch? You were probably still reeling in the excitement from our big hot lunch date. I still am.
ReplyDeleteIncidentally, I've been wanting to buy furniture, too. At what point do you become too old for a futon sofa?
ha! and you said you aren't clever with your blog posts. jenny, we have such clever LIVES that we don't even have to try when it comes to blogging.
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