remember how i said nothing every really happens to me?

well, apparently it does.

my clients were in town for some meetings so we of course had to do dinner. sounds easy enough, right? well, one night we went to this place called redfish grill which is in a park/marina area. on the way into the restaurant we see this raccoon by a trash can. a harmless raccoon. harmless, of course, until my friend starts talking about how rabid they can get when provoked.

cut to me 3 minutes later needing to go to the bathroom. i politely ask the hostess where the bathroom is and surely enough she points outside -- right in the direction of the raccoon.

before i move on, let me just say i have NEVER been afraid of raccoons. but for some reason the earlier conversation gets me scared and the raccoon is just staring me down. big time. i finally make enough noise that he runs up a tree. a tree right above the bathroom.

with my eyes on the raccoon, i quickly run to the building and am met with 2 doors. in a panicked state (because surely the raccoon was going to jump on me from the tree), and with no sign of gender on either door, i pick the right one and enter.

something seemed off but when nature calls...

i go into the stall and proceed (number 1 just to be clear), when the door opens and sure enough man shoes walk in. yes folks, i went in the men's bathroom. now more panicked than ever i decide to wait it out til he leaves. enter man 2. great.

at this point i am dying of embarrassment but see a light at the end of the tunnel as man 1 prepares to leave and man 2 enters the other stall. i make a break for it. open my stall. and there is man 1 holding the door open and staring at me in disbelief.

as if that's not bad enough, he calls me out on it. and won't leave me alone. as i try to justify my presence ("see there was this raccoon...and i got scared and just ran in here..."), man 2 is now done and comes out. man 1 looks at man 2 and says, "can you believe her?" it was just awful. i was seriously sweating at this point.

after about 3 more minutes of back and forth, i finally leave man 1 STILL holding the door the open and making fun of me. and walk back in the restaurant with my tale between my legs.

stupid raccoon!

let's give it a shot

i've always thought i have nothing important to say. well, nothing blog-worthy anyway.

i mean, nothing really bizarre or crazy happens to me. ever. i've never won anything. i don't get swarmed by police officers. i'm just your run of the mill ad girl.

but someone has convinced me otherwise. he's made me think maybe i CAN do this whole blog thing.

so here goes.

kristican.

i hope you enjoy.