Ever get lost in your calendar and become convinced it’s another day? Several weeks ago I spent an entire Thursday sure it was only Tuesday. Every time I remembered, it was like this little bonus. Today, however, it didn’t work out so well, as it was Friday in my mind while everyone else was slogging through another Wednesday. Every hour or two something would happen to remind me that I was the one who was confused. The frequent jolts back to the Land of Reality were unpleasant at best.
If anything, this evening’s activities made the condition worse. Nothing says the weekend has arrived like an evening get-together on a friend’s back porch, complete with margaritas and snacks. I’m now at risk of not going in to work at all tomorrow morning, and have instructed one of my coworkers to call me if I don’t show up. I almost hope she doesn’t; I could use the sleep.
Please understand — I really like my job, and I love most of the people I work with. But, Lord help me, I do despise my alarm clock. And so I yearn for the weekend with every fiber of my being, just so that I can wake at dawn out of habit instead of obligation, which probably explains my confusion about the days — it is my body’s way of telling me I need a Saturday, no matter what the calendar says.
The chronological confusion has only worsened since our evening margarita consumption, not just because of the alcohol but because of an incident that occurred shortly afterward. Now I’m not even certain what year it is. 1989? 1991?
Here’s why, and this one’s really embarrassing, so be gentle. Turns out there’s a New Kids on the Block, version 2.0, complete with a group blog wherein each member signs his name with an exclamation point. (Yes! You, too, can read blog entries from Danny!, Jonathan!, Donnie!, and Joey Mac!! Isn’t it exciting!) They even have new music, which is where my chagrin kicks in, because to my everlasting shame I found myself almost sort of kinda tempted to tap my foot to “Summertime” when it played on the radio a few minutes ago. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not about to go buy the cassette tape and listen to it forty-eight times in a row like, uh, some people I know did during their first round of popularity. (Hey, I never claimed to be proud of my middle school years.) But it was kind of catchy. It also whisked me right back to the late eighties, a time I try not to visit all too often.
Before being reintroduced to NKOTB this evening I still knew what year it was, even if I couldn’t always pinpoint the day with 100% accuracy. Now I can’t even be certain of that much. At least I have music and margaritas to console me. Sing along with me, will you?
Okay, you know each member of NKOTB, their songs, and have linked to their new blog but you haven’t ever watched Buffy? Lord above, woman–I am going to have to stage an intervention!
And I totally hear you with the mixed up days thing. That happens to me more than I’d like to admit. You are the only person I’ve heard of who’s gone backwards though–I usually think it’s Friday when it’s Thursday, but no, not Caryn–you think it’s Tuesday when it’s really Thursday. I don’t know if you need more margaritas or less! 🙂
If it helps, I actually got their names from their blog, since I couldn’t remember. And everybody knows “Hangin’ Tough” if they were older than, say, five in the late eighties and early nineties. Though the answer to your question is more margaritas, not fewer! I need the consolation.
LOL… I only do that when I have nothing reminding me of the days. I woke up the other day completely convinced it was Monday and that I had forgotten to call my mother for Mother’s Day, got up in a panic and, in a kind of Christman Carolesque moment, realized it actually WAS Mother’s Day and that I hadn’t missed the joyous day after all! Praise the lord!
I’m 22 and don’t remember NKOTB much. I’m sure I would recognize their songs if someone played them for me, but I just never listened to them when they were around the first time, let alone the reinvented 2.0 version. You want to know what’s sad? I just saw a commercial here in Boston saying that, because of overwhelming popularity, they had to add a SECOND concert date in the area! I was floored! I didn’t realize a NKOTB reuinion tour would be as popular as the Spice Girls (who, by the way, I DID listen to!).
P.S. Cassette-tape? You really MUST be stuck in 1989! CDs are already going out of style, darlin’! 🙂 LOL…
I can lose the days without even trying. I think there’s something in the air lately too. My Aunt spent all day today thinking it was Thursday – even went to two appointments only to be told they are both on Thursday not Wednesday.
NKOTB, yeah there’s a flashback I’m barely comfortable remembering. Oh and Danny is much more attractive in person. What? Don’t look at me like that. It’s not like I stalked him all over Boston or anything. We just happened to be in the same vintage clothing store once. But yeah, they are all a little old to be signing their names with exclamation points. I should know, I’m the same age as most of them.
I so could have gone for a margarita tonight! I often mistake my days too – must be a perpetual wish it was the weekend thing. Hang tough, Caryn! 🙂 The weekend’s almost here!
Have a great Satur…I mean Thursday!
Today was Wednesday? 🙂
May Thursday treat you gently….
I totally do the mistaken day thing (and actually, with some frequency…) – AND I’ve been known to write the wrong year for the entire month of January, not by writing the old one (aka 2007 in 2008) but by subtracting a year instead (aka 2006) – I still don’t quite get that one…
Oh my . . .
SO not a fan. 🙂
But you go ahead and enjoy them. (And aren’t they a little old to be called NEW KIDS?)
Why’d ya go and make me listen to that? Now I need a margarita and its not even eight o’clock in the morning!
LOL, Erica. Don’t they say everything old is NEW again! But yeah, they certainly aren’t ‘kids’ anymore. 🙂
Good save on the Mother’s Day thing, Kyle! And, yes, it’s worse if I’m, say, on vacation and have nothing to remind me what day it is, too. As for the cassette tape, I just don’t think it’d be the same on an iPod. Of course, procuring a cassette tape is the problem. Good thing I’m not planning to!
Loved the “hang tough”, Robin! I will certainly try. Happy Thursday!
LOL, Barrie! My sources say that it was. But it’s Thursday now, so we’re one day closer to sleeping in.
Z, I’ve done that, too! And sometimes I can’t remember exactly how old I am, and I add or subtract a year. I think I’m too busy sometimes not trying to overcompensate that I undercompensate, or vice versa. I had a coworker, though, who subtracted about twelve years after January first of this year. They still have no idea why.
Erica, I think you’re right. They need a completely different name. They’re probably better off not clinging to the past anyway. Sometimes it’s better just to start over and hope that no one remembers the first time. And, no, I definitely not about to go buy the album, or even download the song. I just thought it was embarrassingly catchy.
Lainey, now you get to sing it all! day! long! Lucky you. 🙂