The first full day I was home I spent recovering from the most turbulent plane ride of my life and an intense 48hr long headache. I was also trying to focus on catching up with my lil siblings.
That evening, I turned on the youtube karoke version to ‘anything you can do I can do better’ from Annie Get Your Gun. Ten minutes later Zoe and I were laughing our heads off at the ridiculous videos we recorded trying to sing it as a duet.
For some odd reason (we’re gonna blame jetlag cause it is the most convenient excuse for questionable choices), I desperately wanted to send it to one of my close friends. However, my more than usually pathetic brain could not figure out how to transfer the video file. I tried a few things, eventually deciding to make it PRIVATE on Facebook so that I could have access to it on my phone and move on from there.
So I chucked it onto Facebook and went back into hibernation mode (JETLAG…remember?).
A lil while later I logged back into Facebook to scroll through my feed and gasped in horror… our utterly embarassing video was posted on my wall for all my friends to see!
As I was just about to delete it, I noted that quite a few of my friends had already commented and seemed to be finding it mildly entertaining. I have a dangerous addiction to making people laugh, even if it is at the cost of my own self-image (thus… this blog…ahem…). I hesitated deleting the video (JETLAG AGAIN). Ended up lil sis was okay with leaving it on, so it stayed.
And that is how I stole the thunder of my own homecoming. For the past few days I’ve been meeting old friends that I haven’t seen for nine months or more. Instead of the bear hugs and ‘Oh it’s nice to see you!’ that I was expecting… Or the ‘Well don’t you look grown up’ that I was hoping for, I was met mostly with ‘Hahaha! Susanna, anything you can do I can do better!” and ‘I saw that video..hehehe…” followed by a more than cheeky smile.
That kids is why you should never post embarrassing videos on Facebook, particularly after you’ve been living abroad for nine months and are trying to give off the impression that you grew into a lady while you were gone.
But since my battle for being cool is
pretty much over, I may as well post it for you guys too. Cause, just like Anne of Green Gables, I have a hard time learning my lesson after just one single mishap: