Charity Event

This weekend at a wine tasting charity event, the Nurse of the Year looked at my burn. Ok, ok. Let me back up and tell the story from the beginning. On Saturday, I went with It Couple and the Newlyweds to pour wine at a charity event thrown by It Boy’s parents. The fundraiser was for the neo-natal unit at a hospital. Doing good on a Saturday night seems like a great way to earn brownie points with the Universe. Plus, it gave me an excuse to wear my Princess dress. (This dress that I have that’s sparkly and gauzy and makes me feel like a Princess.) And, free wine. Come now, I’m sold. We got there early and sampled the wine. And the food. And the wine. And more wine. We had to know what we were serving afterall. People wanted recommendations. My favorite was the BV Meritage. So good! It Girl loved the La Brisa Pinot Noir. We had a competition to see whose favorite we could recommend more. Oh wait, she didn’t know it was a competition? Oops. Most things in my life are a competition, even if the other person isn’t aware of that. So we met lots of people and poured lots of wine. We were amusing ourselves by playing the “Guess what that guy does for a living” game. I was actually pretty good. I guessed one guy was a hospital administrator, and it turned out he was the CEO. I’m good! We tried to guess the doctors and the doctor’s wives. It Boy promised me that a doctor would hit on me by the end of the night. He didn’t let me down. A doctor hit on me. Well, to be fair, he hit on me, and on It Girl and on Mrs. Newlywed. I think the only woman he didn’t hit on was his wife. Yeah, he was a stereotypical super creepy married surgeon who thinks he’s way cooler than he is. And while some chicks may be into that, and not care about morals or having a conscious, that’s so obviously not me. At one point he comes over to where It Girl, Mrs. Newlywed and I were standing and tells me “You girls look so good in your sexy, little outfits.” Um, see above. I was wearing a Princess dress. Not a “sexy little outfit”. Gross!! When saying goodbye, he gave It Girl a hug first, and tried to kiss her on the lips. Inappropriate! She had to turn her head as far as it would go to avoid him. Ick. I learned from her mistake, and went in wide for a hug, keeping as much distance between our bodies and faces as possible. I am really good at maintaining personal space. I don’t like people touching me in general. I especially don’t like married, creepy surgeons touching me. It Boy thought it was hilarious though, and kept laughing about the doc. Yeah. Funny. Oh, but the story about the nurse of the year. So It Girl said she’d give me 50 bucks if I walked up to a random doctor or nurse and asked them to look at my burn. (I’m sure I mentioned how I burned myself really badly on New Year’s Eve with my computer? It’s still a big, nasty mess.) I wouldn’t do it. Mrs. Newlywed thought that was funny and has no problem talking to anyone. Seriously. She is the most fun person to go anywhere with, cause she will make friends with anyone. The nurse who just won an award for Nurse of the Year came to our table for a taste of the desert wine we were serving. Mrs. Newlywed asked her if she would take a look at my burn. She asked where it was, and I said on my lower thigh. She said “Yeah, that’s no problem. I look at women’s v****na’s all day.” Wow, crass. I like it. So I peel off the gauze and show her my nasty wound. She says it’s fine. I knew it was. She also said it looked so gross and would scar really bad. Yeah. I know. Thanks. It’s a really good thing I’m not vain. Or a model. I mean, it’d be hard to have a big nasty scar if I were a leg model. Guess I’ll have to stick to that whole law thing afterall. Oh well. (Speaking of modeling: earlier that day at an open house for my school, I found out that Social Butterfly, another friend and I are on the cover of the admissions packets they’re sending to newly admitted students!! How crazy is that??? Guess I am a cover model!) We went to a dive bar in Huntington Beach after to meet up with a buddy (and former drummer) of It Boys. We were so over dressed that it was amazing. We said we just got back from Prom. I wasn’t going to go cause I was tired, but I haven’t been out in a long time, and I knew it’d be fun. We sat around for a couple hours listening to stories of It Boy and his friends. These stories made me realize that I’m lucky my friend is still alive. It also made me realize that there are such things as guardian angels, cause that’s the only way to explain why he is still alive. Overall, it was an amazing night!