shame is so in this season

what's up doc?

i had a dermatologist appointment last night at 8:15. i know it's late but i made the appointment under the impression that i'd be working late and would have to go directly from the office. however, i forgot that it was rosh hashanah eve (is that right?) and half of my company would be leaving at 5pm. translation: we all stopped working at 5pm. so then we went to st. andrews and toasted a fond farewell to our multimedia guy who was leaving the company for a career in wedding photography. three higballs, two bites of pizza and one extremely loud conversation later (learning things about my co-workers that i never would have known if it weren't for the abundance of whiskey all around), i left for my doctor's office. i wasn't drunk, but i wasn't sober either.

so the train ride down was filled with scenarios of what i would do when i go to the derm. perhaps i would throw my diseased hand on the table and demand that he perform an impromptu skin graft. perhaps i would fall asleep in the waiting area and wake up tomorrow morning to a room full of giggling children (he shared the office with a pediatrician). perhaps i would flirt with the doctor, say very inappropriate things and make him terribly uncomfortable. or perhaps i would be completely normal because slightly drunk me tends to elaborate about ficticiously drunk me.

posted by erica @ 10:13 AM