All things considered, I understand that my parents have the right to make changes to their house and it can’t stay a time capsule of the life and times of Meghan C. McBlogger circa the early ‘00s forever. (Which is a shame because I had a pretty decent collection of graphic-tees, SAT prep books, and Express jewelry lying around, but meh—their loss.) That being said, I have to draw a line somewhere. And that line is drawn square down the middle of a gentleman named Monty.
Monty was my beloved childhood stuffed animal. He was a stuffed…ambiguous…creature-type thing that my parents always told me was a monster (hence the name Monty) but my scary Girl Scouts troop leader insisted was a cat on our Savannah trip and it changed everything and/or begs the question why was I traveling with Monty at the age of 13-years-old when I definitely had breasts? But that’s not the point. The point is, he was my number one jam for a good portion of my life, and while I don’t need to sleep with him every night anymore (that’s what Jason is for) (and as you’ll recall, Jason is a stuffed fox and not a cute passing reference to a gentleman friend) (in retrospect, I kind of wish I had let you think it was a gentleman friend) (your keyboard does have a backspace, you know…) (silence) (only if you stop typing your inner-monologue) (that’s probably for the best), I don’t ever want to get rid of him.
I stayed at my parent’s house for a week or so over the holidays and could not fall asleep for the life of me. After a few restless nights, I hypothesized it was because I didn’t have anything to curl up with, so I got out of bed one night and turned my room upside down looking for Monty. I couldn’t find him anywhere. Frankly I couldn’t find anything anywhere because my dad had just finished turning my room into a guest room so the old guest room could become his infamous Panamanian Relaxation Room. And again, that’s fine! It’s their house. But, you know...Monty.
The next afternoon when I woke up (don’t judge me or my life style), I went across the hall and found my dad sipping a glass of wine in his chair and reading a book, soaking up all that is his Panamanian Relaxation Room.
Meg: Dad?
Dad: Hmm?
M: Do you know where Monty is?
D: Yeah. He’s in your room somewhere.
M: Well, where in my room? I couldn’t sleep last night so I got up to look for him, but I can’t find him anywhere.
D: I remember seeing him when I was cleaning out your room…check the Container Store bin in your closet. That’s where I put all the stuff I saved for. I wouldn’t throw him out.
After thoroughly ransacking my bin of keepsakes, I didn’t find Monty, but here’s what I did find:
My Retainer
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I was about to say that I don’t even remember the last time I wore this, but I do: the night of September 11th. My friend Kelley had people over that night because we didn’t have school the next day, and I remember Jen called our friend Jason to ask where he was and he was like, “UH. I kind of want to be with my family right now and not drinking Michelob Lights in a basement with you assholes…thanks.” It was at that moment that the gravity of the situation finally sunk in, and I had a panic attack and had to go home. Later that night as I was lying in my bed trying to go to sleep, I distinctly remember thinking, “I could fucking die soon.” It’s weird how that wasn’t really an option up until that point. I also remember thinking that if I were to die that night; I totally wouldn’t go to heaven. I’m pretty sure I considered myself Agnostic at that point and didn’t really believe in the concept of a heaven or hell, but that night I was certain there was a heaven and a hell and I was even more certain that I was bound for the more tropical option. I then proceeded to get up, pop in the retainer I had abandoned almost immediately after getting my braces off two years earlier, go into my parent’s room, and at 16-years-old ask if I could sleep with them that night. This never ceases to crack me up. And not because it was only then that the notion that I could die popped into my head, not because I slept in bed with my mom that night, but because my first step towards getting out of hell was wearing my retainer. Like there are over 20 major religions in the world and nobody can agree on anything except that God is a real stickler for orthodontics.
My TI-86 Calculator
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If you don’t think I took this home, immediately went to CVS to get AAA batteries and spent a solid day playing “Gang Wars” on it, you are severely underestimating the amount of time I have on my hands.
A Copy of The Chocolate War
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Christ only knows why, but in the year 2000, Montgomery County Public Schools made The Chocolate War an option for 10th grade honors English summer reading, and because it’s like 92 pages long, in 14-point font, and not The Poisonwood Bible, everyone did their required summer reading oral presentation on it. But literally. Everyone. An entire class of 25 people. After listening the 12th synopsis of the book, our teacher snapped like a twig and offered to give us all A’s if that meant she didn’t have to sit there and listen to another half-assed essay about the ethics of selling promotional chocolates and its effects on friendship and the heart. I know this sounds crazy, but every now and then I kind of miss high school…
A Pack of Dentyne Ice with Two Pieces Left
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“Well Dad, God only knows where my childhood best friend is, but at least we can both have minty-fresh breath for the next couple of hours, HUH??”
The Most Unflattering Photograph of Me That Has Ever Been Taken
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If I were .05% more secure with myself, I would totally scan it and upload it for you, because this shit is LOLZ. I’m not kidding, it really is the most unflattering picture of me that has ever been taken. NASA has confirmed it. I’m not even mad. It’s a picture of me giving a side-hug to my friend Eileen on New Year’s Eve 2003, and oh…muh…gawd. I have the brassiest of brassy blonde hair; I’m wearing more eye make up than an entire Japanese kabuki theater; the angle it was taken makes it look like I have 16 chins; I’m wearing a black blazer with no shirt underneath, skinny jeans, and fishnet high-heels (OK, I’m not trying to front…those shoes were kind of cool); and my eyes are just ever-so-slightly…crossed. That being said, I always liked having it around because no matter how god-awful I felt, I could always pull out that picture and be like, “Well thank Christ I don’t look like that,” and feel like a million bucks. Truthfully I’m kind of psyched to have it again.
A Souvenir Keychain from Senior Prom
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I mean, I appreciate having it because it’s a cute picture of my friends and me, but it’s also an unfortunate reminder of why I should never spray tan. Prom in general was an unfortunate reminder of why I should never spray tan. Or at least why I should never do six sessions in three days on the darkest setting possible. There’s a really hilarious picture floating around my parent's basement somewhere of Teresa and me at prom and the contrast between Teresa’s pale skin and my synthetic tan makes me look borderline Puerto Rican. It’s genuinely exciting.
A Small Cup of Meggle-brand Lemon Juice
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There was a complimentary bowl of them at a Starbucks in Munich…I took one and kept it safe for like half a month in my money belt because, you know, Meggle. I guess I can’t fault my dad for hanging on to something that I literally strapped to my person to smuggle out of Europe.
Nellie’s Collar
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Aw, Nells! Nellie was my cat in high school. I rescued her from a tough life on the mean streets of Rockville and then Rachel killed her when we went to Hawaii and she cat-sat for us. Her ashes are now in the closet of the Panamanian Relaxation room, along with those of our first family cat Sibley, Nellie’s short-lived replacement Simon, a standard poodle, and my grandfather. THE AND.
A Pair of Off-Brand Wayfarers That I Bought, Wore Once, Realized What an Asshole I Looked Like In, and Never Wore Again
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I mean, that kind of says it all.
My Driver’s Education Program Completion Certificate From June 14, 2001
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Do you know what I find fascinating? We have absolutely no idea where on God’s green earth my college diploma is (the college diploma that I worked my ass off for four years to earn and am still in tens-of-thousands of dollars in debt over,) but my driver’s ed certificate (the driver’s ed certificate I assed around in a small office with Eileen and Talia for a few weeks to earn and cost maybe 45-dollars,) is safe and sound and tucked away in my closet. That, to me, is fascinating. Am I saying that it’s wrong? No. Not really. Because given what I’ve chosen to do with myself these days, a degree in graphic design and art history is about as helpful as an asshole on my elbow, whereas every now and then I do need to get a zip car, haul ass to Ikea and get some shit. So you, Mr. McBlogger, have yourself a point.
Thankfully a few hours later, my dad found Monty under a few towels in what used to be my sock drawer (?) and all was right in the world again. That is until I came home a few days later to work on the book with Chris and discovered this new piece of artwork hanging directly next to my bed:
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Yep. My old friend Monte-fucking-Carlo. But again, I’m totally cool with it! I’m an adult and it’s their house! Go ahead and give Becca my shit and punch me in the face—I’m totally well adjusted.
26 comments:
Meg, those shoes sound amazing.
LYLAS Meggles
These are the days of our lives....
damnmit meghan. I did not kill nelly. SHE DIED ON MY WATCH I TELL YOU! Damn you.
Does anyone ever finish an entire pack of dentyne ice???
your bike was a piece of shit, i promise you that. and i told you that you could use my new bike whenever you wanted. and besides, don't bikes make you motion sick?
Being the fashion retard that I am, I have no idea what "fishnet high heels" are. However, thanks to the google (safesearch: off), I now know what "ladies" in (only) "fishnets" & "high heels" look like.
Question: Why do the womenfolk spray tan before important events? My prom date mystic-tanned and then wore a iridescent purple dress (it was 2004) that made her look like a villain from Power Rangers (original run).
Although it did take the focus away from our mismatched sexualities... so there's that to be thankful for.
I hope you've now embraced your inner paleness.
Holy crap you bet your ass I just had to google "drug wars" and I time travelled back to Pre-Calculus/Trig in 2002. WHOA.
oh god. the night of 9/11. remember when our english teacher (mr d? mr g? god! you remember every detail of life and i cant even remember his name) started crying in the middle of class and we were like "whoa, grown man crying in public. AWKWARD!" our teacher, crying in the middle of class, and it STILL wasn't until the awkward phone call to jason that the seriousness of it all actually sunk in.
I love drug wars on the TI-86...i found my calculator a few years ago and refused to eat dinner with my parents until I conquered it. My mom was surprisingly understanding when she asked what I was doing and my reply was, "Just beat up a bum on the subway for $20 worth of ludes. I am hightailing it to Queens for cheap heroine to sell for a sweet markup in Manhattan."
3 months ago my dad made some offhanded comment about the price of heroine dropping, causing all the problems in the world. My reply? "Well, according to my graphing calculator, $100 is pretty average for a unit." He just stared at me then walked away.
This was by far the most hilarious blog I have ever read. Brings me back to "those days"....
Why aren't any of you wearing dresses in your prom picture? It looks like you all have regular shirts on. I'm only a year younger than you so I don't think I can be that out of the loop - do people not dress up for prom in Maryland?
damnmit meghan. I did not kill nelly. SHE DIED ON MY WATCH I TELL YOU! Damn you.
Mmm hmm...
Question: Why do the womenfolk spray tan before important events?
Because being tan makes you look thinner. Or at least that's what we're conditioned to think.
...our teacher, crying in the middle of class, and it STILL wasn't until the awkward phone call to jason that the seriousness of it all actually sunk in.
I swear to God, the image of Mr. Deitchman crying at the podium is SCORCHED into my memory. That and remember when you were driving home that night and stopped your car in the middle of Georgia Avenue and had a heart attack because you thought you saw a bomb, but it was just a star? God I miss you, Jen.
3 months ago my dad made some offhanded comment about the price of heroine dropping, causing all the problems in the world. My reply? "Well, according to my graphing calculator, $100 is pretty average for a unit." He just stared at me then walked away.
HAHA!
Why aren't any of you wearing dresses in your prom picture? It looks like you all have regular shirts on. I'm only a year younger than you so I don't think I can be that out of the loop - do people not dress up for prom in Maryland?
Our school threw (and I assume still throws) an after-prom party that you dress down for.
i gotta say, i love when meg responds to the comments
So after reading this post, I had to reread the original Monte Carlo post about Troop Beverly Hills being your life. And uh FYI Shelley Long is on tonight's Modern Family. I heard that distinct troop leader voice AS I was reading about Phyllis Neffler annnndddd my mind just got freaked.
Well, tanning I get. But FAKE tan? That's rough.
Yeah. Well. Some of us were born with grotesquely pale skin that doesn't tan, so when we're 18 and feeling insecure about a formal event we have to turn to Sherman Williams' "Brazilian Nights". And god bless us.
At least Monte Carlo starts with Monte--aka Monty--aka you could sleep with this framed piece of art and feel right at home.
Mr Deitchman was/is a sensitive soul. I can sooo see that happening. He was the best. He would never accuse me of killing a cat
PROM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! remember when everyone got high on rubys (??) pot brownies at the after party?
great post! (i have been catching up over the weekend, so i'm a little late on the comment.) but hilarious - can't wait to buy the book!
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