Even as I write this, I’m sitting with my grandmother and sister, watching the Eagles defeat (so far, keep your fingers crossed) the Giants, at the tail end of a weekend filled with fun, food, and family. Work is great — Elixir was a bestseller, and Hilary and I are working on the sequel; Populazzi ARCs have arrived at Harcourt; I’m working on some really fun TV and DVD projects (and did I mention the Philadelphia Eagles? I’m ready to buy my dog a Michael Vick jersey)…
All in all, life is very good, and I’m very grateful.
Especially since I’ve nearly blown it all to hell about a zillion times.
I’ll stick with some highlights though. Six of ’em. I was going to do ten, but remember last week’s posts about procrastination? Exactly. So without further ado…
Six Royal Screwups That I’m Grateful Didn’t Ruin Everything
(Even Though They Probably Should Have)
ONE: I grew up in the 80’s, and thought this look was cool:
TWO: As a kid, I firmly believed in psychological torture… at least when it came to my little sister. I loved pretending I had a juicy secret to tell her, and would start spilling… then walk away at the height of the story and shut myself in my room. When she’d scream and bang on the door, I’d act completely innocent, like I’d never opened my mouth in the first place.
Oh — and when I was in senior biology, I’d hide fetal pig parts in her school mailbox.
We’re close now, but it’s staggering she didn’t shun me for life.
THREE: I used to fancy myself an actress. I’ve already posted my star turn on California Dreams. Lost forever is my audition piece for The Adventures of Captain Cook, a pilot for the Food Network, in which I all but make out with a raw chicken breast.
The show never got picked up.
FOUR: I have been known to fall to pieces in front of celebrities I loved as a child, and have officially made an ass out of myself in front of Carol Spinney (Big Bird), Madeline Kahn, Billy Joel, and Ricardo Montalban.
FIVE: After getting my first major break in sitcoms on the show Cosby, I nearly blew it all to pieces by accidentally hanging up on Dr. William H. Cosby, Jr.
SIX: I once went on a blind date, and had such a great time I invited him to my apartment afterward… an apartment that wasn’t just messy, it was a toxic waste dump. After shuffling my underwear off the couch so he could sit, I asked if he’d mind if I slipped into something more comfortable. He said he wouldn’t.
I returned five minutes later wearing ancient sweatpants and a dumpy, clown-striped fleecy shirt. And I’d replaced my contacts with thick bottle-glasses.
Amazingly the date went on from there, and it was great… until the phone rang. It was my friend Jay, wishing me good luck on a work-trip to NYC I was taking the next day. “Jay…” I said, “I have to call you back. I think I just fell asleep on my blind date.”
Sure enough, I had answered the phone from my date’s lap, where I had passed out mid-conversation due to an intense lack of sleep combined with a strawberry margarita.
I’m pretty sure I was drooling.
It’s a constant source of shock and awe to me that the guy not only didn’t race out screaming, but that three years after that blind date we got married, and here we are twelve years later with an amazing 6-y-o daughter, and Riley the Wonder Dog.
I could go on, but I want to turn it over to you. Are there times you look back on with gratitude, amazed that such seemingly monumental mistakes actually pushed you onto the perfect path? Bring ’em on, and we’ll add them to the list!