Its Michaela, not Margaret......

From the moment I woke up this morning I vowed to go back to sleep as soon as I possibly could. Like it is the most important mission of my life to finish this day and sleep. These sorts of days should be few and far between, unfortunately I am part tool, and easily swayed out of the plans I have so passionately made for myself. Will I hit the hay by 6pm? No....I'll end up walking behind a group of friends who are taller than me, on our way to a restaurant where people are dressed nicer than me....hm.....though this is theoretical, I'm having fun....lets run with this....

Once we arrive at the restaurant/lunge/bar/venue......We (friends minus me) will be noticed by some older, slightly attractive LA men wearing blazers and man boots. They will beckon us, and after people have coupled off, I'll get introduced. When a guy shakes your hand, says hello, and mispronounces your name, while looking at someone else.....you know its going to be a long night. I wonder what makes someone the 'sidekick friend'.....most sidekicks are shorter than the hero they assist, so is that the reason I'm the sidekick.....it cant be a height thing, thats not fair....if so, my only hope is to wear heels.....which is horrible news. I walk like RuPaul with a wedgie when I wear heels.