Last night, I attended the MM&M awards ceremony at NYC's famous Tavern on the Green. Unable to pretend to be some fancy and sophisticated socialite, I openly enjoyed every second of the event and marveled at the fantastic trees lit with white Christmas lights in the garden. I'm from RI, FaithFul Readers. NYC amazes me. And dLife took home a top prize - the Healthcare Website of the Year! It was an honor to attend, and I enjoyed meeting some of marketing's finest.
On that note, I drove into the city for this occasion. I was harassed about my driving all growing up. "You drive too fast. We're like in their back seat. Kerri, you need to get off his ass. Kerri. Kerri!" Well HA! to all those people who mocked me for my bevy of speeding tickets. Finally, my aggressive driving paid off as I piloted my VW through the wilds of NYC. Part of me enjoyed it. The other part of me is so thankful for the fine Metro North train system.
However, I did have a bit of a pump mishap at this black tie event. Wearing a black dress no sleeves, no pockets, and no confidence in my thigh thing (as, once again, the elastic is shot and I need a new one), I wore my insulin pump in my bra. Without the clip attached, just sort of tucked there in between. (May be TMI, but stick with me. This is going somewhere.)
So I'm sitting at dinner, pump in my bra, and I laugh. Hard (per usual). And my pump decides to slip out from my bra and slide down the front of my torso.
Fantastic. Now I look like the lady from Alien, with something bulleting about in my stomach.
Trying to remain engaged in the conversation, I attempt to deftly maneuver the pump down towards my leg so I can disconnect from my infusion set underneath the table and duck into the bathroom to reassemble. But the pump tubing is now tangled around my bra, refusing to unloop and release.
So I had to basically reach up my dress and hope no one saw me release the reservoir from the pump, drop the pump into my hand under the hem of my dress, and let the tubing remain tangled and dangling from my bra. The guy sitting next to me gave me an eye. Hopefully he thought I just had an itch? I scurried off to the bathroom, pump in hand, grabbed the pump clip from my purse (thank goodness!), and resecured the pump in my bra. Returned to the table and pretended nothing happened.
Nothing like trying to pretend to be classy.
In other news, I've also had the pleasure of joining Kelly Close and her terrific team as a columnist for diaTribe, with SUM Musings. If you haven't signed up already for the diaTribe newsletter, take a spin on over there and check it out!
And on tap for this weekend: Relaxing, sleeping, blogging, a possible adventure to a covered bridge, and my niece's first birthday party. Have a good weekend, and I'll see you
on Monday tomorrow! (NaBloPoMo, yo.)