People suffer from FOMO (fear of missing something) but I’m the queen of JOMO (joy of missing something).
I’m happiest at home on a Friday night in my pajamas with dogs, kids, and wine all around me.
But I pushed my own limits and went to an Asian restaurant to say goodbye to a beautiful co-worker who is moving on to a new job.
The night was going well until I decided to eat some edamame beans that were on a plate in front of my friend, Mia.
It was one of those situations where one person ordered loads of food and we all shared.
The boss paid so there were really heaps of delicacies!
Edamame beans are those Japanese stringy beans covered in oil and chili that you put in your mouth and squeeze or bite the beans from the pod.
The little that’s left is the stringy carcass that’s so tough you won’t eat it. Popped one in my mouth and was thinking how hard it was when I realized I was eating from the plate of leftovers. The edamame was in Mia’s mouth.
Dry, I grabbed the beer from the guy sitting next to me and took a sip.
Then I realized that I had then consumed his undertow. Of course, the guy next to me is the loudest person at work and announced to the whole restaurant that I put the sucked edamame bean in my mouth.
Everyone thought it was a real crack up. I just wanted the ground to swallow me. The last time I was so embarrassed was not too long ago, when I was once again out celebrating a friend’s special birthday.
I was dressed to the nines in all my best bling and clutching my evening bag and wearing my dressiest high heels.
The girls went to a pond to cool our feet in the water and I took off my heels and went down into the pond. There was no walking.
I just completely disappeared under the water that had been stagnant for years. I pulled my wet, sorry self out of that pond and again just wanted the ground to swallow me.
So maybe the moral of the story is just stay home on a Friday night. You can get yourself into much less trouble.