Tonight, I decided to take myself out for the night, to celebrate the fact that I'm finally done term papers.
I determined that Scrabble in the City was in order.
I dressed carefully, fully aware that I was going to lose horribly in every capacity, have a glass of wine and inevitably start to run my mouth. So I put on my owl shirt, all the while giggling to myself- 'cause, you know, owls are wise and stuff.
I'm so clever.
Halfway through my second game though, one of my fellow players actually asked me if I was wearing an owl shirt to appear wise. I kid you not. Who does that? Who would even think to call me on that?
The type of person who spends their Monday nights playing Scrabble, that's who.
And now, I'm one of those people.