A little classier but just as fun

In case you think you might have the wrong blog, this is still Happy Heather's Hullaballoo! I just decided it was time for a more mature, classy format. I'm not sure what the effect will be on the content of my blog entries.
You may also have noticed the poll on the side bar. I will be posting new questions about once a week. Make your voice heard..... your vote may be included in a new book I may write (haha, wait and see).
As for current stories of my tragic life....
I was getting on the skytrain this week when I saw a woman that looked very familiar. I contemplated going over and saying hello, but I honestly couldn't remember where I knew her from. I puzzled over it for several minutes and then it came to me. I had seen her at the doctor's office. I was half-way over to talk to her when I stopped. What was I going to say?
"Oh, hello, do you remember me? I gave you a physical exam the other day. You sure look a heck of a lot better with your clothes on."
I sat down by myself, feeling rather glum. Of course I couldn't go talk to her, she would be so embarrassed. In fact, maybe that's what it would be like for the rest of my life. No being silly, no doing crazy things, no joking around, cause people would look at me and say, "She's a doctor?" and they would be thinking, "You'd couldn't pay me enough to go see her. She's immature and untrustworthy."
I reluctantly decided to be more mature, more reserved, more sedate, and more serious.
I did pretty well, at least for a few days. It all kind of fell apart when I was shopping in Old Navy the other day. I bought a very mature, reserved-looking red sweater to wear to work. As I was about to go out, I suddenly saw a flash of colour that caught my eye. It was the only one left, a bright, bright yellow sundress with a frill around the bottom and wooden beads on the straps that clinked as you walked. I tried it on and I felt like a cloud of yellow sunshine.
I couldn't resist! It was half-price, and I bought it. I wore it yesterday when I walked to the bank. Halfway there I was waiting at a light and a man stopped and stared at me. He looked from the dress to my flip-flops to the six inches of snow I was wading through, and then he started to laugh and laugh.
And then last night I was making margaritas for my sister and her friends. I made the last one for myself, and we had unfortunately run out of soda to put in them, so I thought, well, if I can't top it up with soda, I'll just put in extra vodka to make up the volume. It looks the same either way.
It may have looked the same, but a couple of hours later when Alpha's friends were sitting around talking and having a good time, I was sliding down the wall and crawling to my bed. Who ever heard of replacing soda with vodka? Certainly not someone who was mature, reserved, sedate and serious.
But I suppose there are some positive benefits to not being able to squish into the new role I've constructed for myself. I worked a night shift on thursday night and one of my patients was this crazy, crazy lunatic. At 2 in the morning I was trying to convince him that it wasn't a good time to put on his clothes and go out into the snow. He started to laugh.
"Oh, you're a funny girl!"
I laughed with him. "Yes, now weren't we heading back to your room?"
Back in his room he picked up his hat.
"Look at this hat." He said, his voice slurred. "The way I got this hat is a very strange story".... he rambled on and on.
After a while I decided it was time to disengage myself from the conversation.
"Well, you have a good sleep." I said.
"How old are you?" He asked me. (Why do they always want to know how old I am?)
"Too young for you." I said cheerily.
"Did I tell you the story of how I got this hat?" He asked.
"Hmmm..... I think so. Now, do you want me to turn the bathroom light out?"
I left his room and later that night when I was joking with some other crazy lunatic and trying to convince him that 3:00 was too early to call his daughter and threaten to sue the hospital, I thought, I bet if I was a serious, reserved, mature and sedate person I wouldn't see the humor in this. And everyone knows that the nurses without a sense of humor are the worst ones.
Well, I haven't given up yet. I'd still like to be classier and more mature and reserved. But I also really love my new yellow dress. Maybe somewhere in the middle is a happier medium.