Nikki Yeager

This blog runs the risk of quickly becoming a "Nikki's Random Occurrences of Ditziness". Which you'll understand by the end of this post. 

So the lady I lived with/intern for and my sister Michelle went out the other day. Two 30 somethings and I. We all had our unfancy clothes on and a fierce determination to have fun. After pizza, loud girly laughs and stories of sex gone awry we hit the road to.... 

Well, we didn't really have any plans. In fact, we spent a good 5 minutes examining the street corner while we decided what to do next. 

Somehow we ended up at about 15 bars, with only 1 purchased drink and a thousand hilarious pictures. The last stop on our train of awesomeness just happened to be Karaoke in Chinatown. 

Now, this wasn't your average karaoke. This was crazy Chinese Karaoke with lesbians, singing and body convulsions included. These two guys we happened to pick up on the street joined us and before long we were drinking Chinese beer and watching one of the guys do a move that was some mind blowing combination of a full blown seizure and a Raptor jumping up and down. I loved every minute of it. 

That is... until the goodbyes came. 

Any of you that read my blog regularly know that I'm terrified of farewells. I don't know what to do with my face or my arms and it usually leads to awkwardness from all parties. 

So the crazy, twitchy (hot) dancer guy went to say goodbye first. He leaned forward and I instantly had the normal mental dilema- cheek kiss, hug, hand shake... double cheek kiss... bear hug,.... high five...butt slap...?

Right before his face collided with mine I realized he was going for the cheek kiss, but (oh no!!!) I was already moving in for the hug. Then when we ran our bodies clumsily into eachother he jerked back. Which I took as confusion so I tried to further pull him into a hug. 

Bad idea, Nikki. 

Turns out the twitch was because my glasses had stabbed him in the eye and flung his contact onto the ground. He was trying to get away in time to find it but No, I was determined to have my hug. I was committed at that point. 

Whether he was blind or not. 

Needless to say, it didn't end up well and I, once again, ruined the goodbye. But, it provided lots of fun on the way home. So he may not be able to see for days, but in the end it was the perfect close to my night.