I'm Not A Physicist But I Did Stay At A Holiday Inn Express...

Is there a law of physics that says, "When something goes wrong, everything will go to shit. And when something goes right, life is perfect"? If there's not, I would like to introduce this new law as Rachel's Law of Life.

I have far more experience with the prior part of the Law than the latter, but, I have to say. The happy stick has done smacked me straight in the noggin and I'm feeling like all the shit has turned into a pile of gold.

[WARNING: If you're not into cheesy cliches and hearts and butterflies you might just want to skip this entry - or, feel free to laugh at me and not with me for this day only.]

First, let's just say that www.craigslist.com is the bomb. I officially have a new roommate, Edison, who will be moving in at the beginning of September. He found my ad in craigslist and as soon as we met we knew we were going to be good roomies. Keys: he cooks, cleans AND has a job that makes him work 3 weekends a month. SCORE. He's also funny and I'm convinced he's the soul mate for my friend Amy. (Sorry, A.) I'm stoked. It'll be great living with someone fun and cool again. And, not paying half the rent is also a bonus. Citibank - here comes some big ass payments.

Which leads me to the next thing. To celebrate the new roommate and the upcoming cruise, I accidentally tripped and fell into the shoe department at Neiman Marcus where a very handsome salesman named Charles convinced me in less than 5 minutes to purchase a beautiful new pair of Manolo Blahnik strappy black heels. Even the soles are Italian leather. I stared at them for a solid 2 hours all weekend letting them know how much I love them. I think in return, they will treat me well.

Now onto numero 3 in the "yah me" department. I realized this weekend what an amazing group of friends I have. Granted, they are all certifiable freaks like me (please refer to previous blog about freaks), but, they are just awesome - and they constantly make me laugh. I've always known this, but, it really came to light this weekend.

Two examples. Ex. #1: While pestering my friend J-Rod (who lives across the courtyard from me) the other night about the internet, we heard a crashing sound that came from the kitchen that seemed to go on for hours. It was just smashing sound after smashing sound. What I thought was the liquor cabinet emptying its contents onto the floor (because I had just pulled out a TERRIBLE bottle of '97 Cab), actually turned out to be every plate and bowl J-Rod owned smashed to bits on the floor. My first thought was "Phew. I didn't do that." Then I was drawn to the absolutely hysterical reaction that J-Rod gave. "Huh. That's interesting." I couldn't stop laughing for about 30 minutes. I believe his cleaning lady will be fired, but, his sense of humor never wavered and I love that. It was as if J-Rod wanted that to happen so I could laugh harder than I have in a very long time. J-Rod = awesome.

Ex. #2: Drinking Bacardi and Diet Coke at the beach. What started off as a very slow weekend (due to $600 Manolo Blahnik purchase) came to a hysterically crashing end on Saturday when me and four of my girls decided to hit the beach (in the fog, mind you) and drink Bacardi and Diet Coke while heckling all the passers-by. We even coined a new term. You know those bike strollers that attach to the adult bike and you cart your kid around? We've now termed them "strap-ons". I think it's a completely appropriate term. Although, some of the parents that we were screaming "NICE STRAP-ON" were not pleased. As IF the 2-year old will know what that means. Hello? You're riding your bike in Venice next to men in thong bikinis - deal with the heckling. We had such a great time, I ended up crying at one point because I was laughing so hard. I LOVE that my friends not only GET my humor but they PERPETUATE it. What more could a girl ask for? (Except some much-needed ibuprofen the following morning.)

Well, I'll tell you what else a girl could ask for....

And you may want to take a seat for this one. I've conceded to the fact that I am going to marry Boot Scoot. Not today, not this weekend in Vegas, not even next year. But, it will happen. I just know it. He came back from London yesterday (I picked him up at the airport) and as soon as I saw him, I felt like a little girl again, sans braces, 80s bangs and nerd glasses. What I thought would be a semi-awkward moment wasn't awkward in the least. It was out of a movie perfect. And, bonus, he brought me presents. I'm not talking a shot glass or a bumper sticker, but, actual well thought-out, sweet-as-can-be presents. It seems as if I've actually met my match.

Now, some of you may be thinking, "Easy there, Charlotte (hello? character from Sex In the City)." But I've always heard people say "You just know." So, I'm saying, "I know." Now, although I threatened my mom that I was going to marry him in Vegas this weekend, I promise you that will not happen. My last name is not Spears. Plus, it's girl's weekend so boys are out of the question!!

So, I must say, after the consistent, festering piles of shit and bad luck I've had to scoop myself out of lately, it appears that the horseshoe (see? shoe.) may have actually found it's way to me - even if just for a little while. So, I'll walk around with this lame-ass smile from ear-to-ear until someone knocks it off my face.

See? Told you this was going to be a cheesy one.