Or let’s call it a Misunderstanding.
I was heading into the city to attend an industry dinner with friends and colleagues. Truly always one of the best nights. One I always look forward to. Traffic, however, was especially heavy and what should have been an hour drive downtown, ended up being two hours + and I was stuck in downtown Chicago gridlock for the better part of 40 minutes. What’s a girl to do? How bout change her Facebook profile pic? I was sitting in my car, not moving for 15 minutes, so I did what any other person who was bored and fidgety…I pulled up social media, and changed my Facebook profile pic. Ok, maybe I’m the only one who would do that…But Maxie sporting her Cubs bandana had been the latest picture, and I decided to use a fun, snappy Bitmoji…because I’m fun and snappy.
Since I was about an hour and a half late for my first cocktail, I thought this was apropos. A gal looking longingly at an empty cocktail glass on a bar. A girl wearing a Santa costume. Brilliant!
Not so much. Within 2 minutes, Meredith texted me:
Mer: What’s up with the new prof pic?
Me: I think it’s funny. Looking at an empty cocktail
Mer: Making sure you’re OK.
Wait. What? What was I missing?
Then I received phone calls from my sister. One of my brothers (two aren’t on Facebook). Six friends. This was all before I arrived at the dinner. One friend invited me over to fill my cocktail glass at her house!
Facebook friends also appeared to rally around me.
Wistful or sad?
Awwww. Is that a vodka on the rocks? Should be a glass of Rombauer Chardonnay! Love you. XOXO
What a good idea…Vodka on the rocks! Cheers my friend. (Mary gets me).
Hey! You know where I am! Hugs, hugs, hugs.
A picture paints a thousand words. Hugs.
What was I missing? What wasn’t I seeing? When I arrived home, Meredith told me she thought (at initial glance), I was indicating I was sad. A possible cry for help? Me? Has she met me? When have I ever worn my heart on my sleeve? Have my friends met me? Apparently my friends thought now would be that time. That time when I would throw out a cry for help.
Not. so. much. 🙂 I needed to write (pun intended) this wrong, so posted:
All is good! I promise! No hugs or crying over a spilled cocktail…or a cocktail that needs refilling! Cheers! Patrick is home for winter break and my house is back to being a home! Honestly, I just thought the Bitmoji looking at the empty cocktail glass was funny! xoxo
What I did realize is that I, along with my children are incredible loved and incredibly lucky to be surrounded by so many who love us. Grateful. I am eternally grateful.
So I decided the “Terry-Bitmoji- Santa” looking at an empty glass, would have to be retired with other Facebook profile pics.
And this. Love the necklace, though.
Or this… wind-burned cheeks. Love the scarf, though. 🙂
Or this… Fun night, though.
Or this… hanging by the pool in Puerta Vallarta. Cheers!
After a long night…
This may have to reappear this Christmas.
Or this…the night Paddy and I had dinner in the booth next to Oprah, in Malibu.
Or this… fun time with my favorite gal at the Ritz Carlton in Lake Tahoe… rates are much better when you go in the summer as opposed to the winter, btw. 🙂
Or this. But this shall be brought back next year when the Cubs go back to the World Series… It will be our year, yet again!
So I changed my profile to this.
There. That’s better. My Facebook community agreed:
Merry Christmas to you and your family.
LOL…LOL…LOL… from my #SoleSister. And Mer’s response:
Bring it back.
Perfection…we may need a blog about this.
Ask and you shall receive.