Guy at work: So, Julie, who are your work buddies?
Me: Um, you?
Guy at work: But we barely talk.
Me: We’re talking now. So, basically, you’re my best work friend.
Guy at work: (walks away)
Me: (yelling down the hall) Why aren’t you celebrating about being my best work friend? Or at least subtly fist pumping?
This weekend I saw a celebrity I’m a huge fan of at a restuarant and didn’t interrupt her meal to say hi or anything. And I feel like I deserve an award for being so mature. Which got me thinking. BUSINESS IDEA!
There should be a website where you can plug in that you saw a major celeb and stayed on good behavior and write what you would have said-to-them-slash-hugged-at-them if you weren’t busy acting like a human and respecting their personal space. Then they get a note alerting them of these interesting details and write you a thank you note for being a full grown adult in a nice restaurant. If you’re two glasses of wine drunk, which I was, the note is handwritten.
(Only steal this idea if you’re going to do all of the work and split half of the profits with me, but let me do all of the media. I’ve always thought I’d make a good face of a company, frankly.)
Anyone else spend their weekend listening to Beyonce’s “Blue” on repeat, practicing Blue Ivy’s cameo until you had it perfect, and fantasizing what it would be like to be Beyonce’s daughter. #YeahMeNeither