OMG, I just realized I never told you guys about the winter dance!
I realized it yesterday when Brandon walked by my lunch table, looked at my brown paper bag, and said, “What’s in there? NikNuggets?”
No, it wasn’t just some weird, random thing that made no sense whatsoever. (Well, not to me…Chloe and Zoey looked at him like he had two SUPER CUTE heads!)
It was a private joke from the dance.
I LOVE that we have a private joke!! Seriously, nothing says, “We’re so tight, we’re almost a couple” like a stupid one-liner that no one else gets!
So what’s this NikNuggets business all about?
It all started right before the dance. I was so nervous about us going together that I took FOREVER getting ready.
I must have spent a good hour on my hair. And the sad thing was that it looked JUST LIKE I wear it every day!
That’s like dying your hair the exact same color it already is…a complete waste of time and hair products!
My mom kept yelling up to my room, “Nikki! Dinner!”
And I kept yelling back, “Mom! Busy!”
I knew she made chicken nuggets and French fries, one of my favorite meals, but it was WAY more important to try on every outfit I own five times before settling on the first one I tried.
Before I knew it, it was time to go, and I hadn’t eaten anything since lunch. I was STARVING!
I didn’t want to show up at the dance all ravenous and then spend the first twenty minutes camped out at the punch table, shoving pretzels in my mouth like a human garbage disposal. So I opened my purse, shoved a handful of chicken nuggets in there, and then said, “All right Dad, let’s go!”
I should have eaten them in the car, but instead I texted Chloe and Zoey stuff like: “SQUEEEE!! SO excited to be going with Brandon tonight!!”
By the time I got there my stomach was growling like a pit bull guarding a pile of steaks.
Right after I got out of the car I opened my purse, thinking I could eat a few chicken nuggets really quick, but then I saw Brandon standing 10 feet in front of me.
I didn’t want him to think I ALWAYS carry food in my purse…like I have some kind of daily needs checklist that includes gum, mini tissues, lip gloss, and tiny pieces of fried poultry!
So once again, I didn’t eat when I should have. I was so hungry that I couldn’t even focus. I know we talked for a good half hour, but I have NO IDEA what he said.
About an hour in, he was starting to look like a giant hotdog. I was so hungry that I was hallucinating and seeing EVERYTHING as food!
Right after he asked me to dance I realized I couldn’t take it anymore. And I knew that if he were close to me, he’d DEFINITELY hear my stomach making noise.
So I said, “I’d LOVE to dance…in two minutes. Be right back!”
Then I started walking toward the ladies room. As soon as I turned away from him, I opened my bag, then my mouth, and shoved three chicken nuggets in there.
I was totally shocked when he ran right in front of me and said, “Wait Nikki, you dropped this!”
I KNEW I shouldn’t have brought that lip gloss! It’s an instrument of PURE EVIL! (And not just because MacKenzie practically bathes in it!)
I didn’t know what to say, standing there with chicken all in my mouth…and even if I did, I wouldn’t have been able to say it because…well, there was all that chicken in my mouth!”
After 30 seconds of chewing, which felt a lot more like 30 years, with Brandon just standing there awkwardly, I said, “Um, I, um, I brought you something!”
Then, and I kid you not, I actually handed him a squished chicken nugget from my purse!
He said, “You…brought me chicken?”
I thought I was going to hurl! It was all just so embarrassing!
But finally I thought of a save and said, “Well, not just any chicken! They’re my special homemade chicken nuggets. My…NikNuggets, like the ones that McDonald’s makes, only made by me instead!”
Yeah, he wasn’t buying it! I ended up explaining the whole ridiculous story, and because he’s super awesome and understanding, we laughed about it all night!
I love that I can tell him anything…even after I previously chickened out. Get it? Chicken?
Of course you do! We’re tight, like Brandon and me, so you’re in on the joke. 😉
