So, about last night…
Last night my housemate and I were on a roll. We were going to make chili and then watch Gossip Girl where, ideally, Dan and Blair would mash mouths for a super-sexy make-out mambo.
Well, we ended up doing about half of each.
Halfway through the chili-making, the can of beans wouldn’t open, so my housemate went to jam it open with her hand. Cut to her screaming and me turning and blood gushing EVERYWHERE.
I went into stage manager panic mode where I gave her a towel and told her to hold her hand above her heart while I ran upstairs to get bandages.
I was seriously hoping she would be fine because 1. I don’t like hospitals and 2. Dan and Blair were going to make-out in a HALF HOUR (I know, I’m a terrible person). But then the blood wouldn’t stop flowing, so I turned off the oven and rushed us out the door and into my car to drive to the emergency room.
The whole time she was apologizing and saying, “Go home! Dan and Blair are going to hook up! You need to see it!” But, goshdarnit, I have shades of good friend and verbally smacked her down for even suggesting it.
After waiting a half hour, she finally got her hand looked at and it turned out she needed stitches. So we were ushered into a private room and the nurse says that while we wait for the doctor that we can watch TV for free.
Our eyes lit up and without hesitation, I turn on the TV just in time to see Dan and Blair lock lips in the most funny and perfect way EVER. It was like God was blessing me for not being a horrible friend.
Three and a half hours and quite a few stitches later (I don’t know how many, I wasn’t watching to count), we emerged from the ER a little bit worse for wear, but imbued with the beauty of DAIR.
The lessons here are that
1. Being a good friend pays off! and
2. TPTB are totally on Team Dair.
