5th Wheeling it and Lovin it (kinda)

So, first of all I would like to explain that I have actually been busy these past few days at work. I know, I know it is hard to believe but it just so happens that I have been furiously working from morning til night...on my brothers term paper. HA who knew that I would put so much pressure and stress on myself just to "proof read" aka REWRITE a college paper. I found myself in the middle of a huge english majors nightmare - mispellings and verb tense errors GALORE. It was a 14 page paper and I put every drip of energy I had into it and this is why I have sadly ignored my tiny little blog these past few days.

But now that I am back there are a few things that need to be acknowledged, such as my new found love for this man, Paul Potts. He was a contestant on the British version of, American Idol which is Britains Got Talent. If you watch this video, you will understand why I get the chilli bumps listening to him :) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1k08yxu57NA

Now onto the meaning of the title for this post... Last week I went to this great little bar in the South End with some friends ->

(that is a pic from outside the bar) and it was a really nice time. I had to be dragged out by my persistent and lovely friend Weebes and once there I was grateful for his insistence :) We munched on some tasty appetizers and waited for the rest of the clan. Soon there were 4 of us and shortly after that there were 5 of us. Two couples and then me. I didn't stay long after the 5th person got there but not because I felt uncomfortable or lonely but because that one beer was slowly starting to enter my system and my droopy, drowsy eyes were beginning to make an appearance! But as I walked home I started thinking about the situation I am in with my boyfriend. While he is away studying and being an uber dork (hehe jk sweets) I am here in Bean town being forced to succumb to that ever so dreadful label "The third, fifth, seventh wheel" BUT I have discovered I happen to actually enjoy this! This was my epiphany as I trudged home last Thursday night, and every other night I play third wheel to friends (my two neighbors in particular) I like watching other couples interact and most of all I like the feeling I get leaving these situations; it makes me miss him but it also makes me really value our time together. Being with other couples reminds me of what I have to look foward to when the bf comes home. So that was my big moment of "enlightenment" last week, did you have one?

Just for a chuckle, here is how the ever so knowledgable "Urban Dictionary" defines a third wheel, (note - is not factual and extremely crass!)

1. Third Wheel
One who deters the socialization of a couple, perhaps when being invited out of pitty or through a feeling of duty. This person may be eased into the situation by being allowed to stay in an envirnment he or she has become accustomed to (perhaps a kitchen, where the third wheel can bake cookies for the couple.) The third wheel may feel uncomfortable about watching the couple canoodle on his her her sofa, but none of this is taken into consideration.

2.
Third Wheel
A person hanging out with two people (usually a couple) that are in a sence leaving him/her out. Called the third wheel because either: -Having any odd number of wheels on an object generally messes it up. -Third wheel on a bike makes a tricycle, something thats safe for kids be left alone with.
Well, if your bringing your girlfriend, I'll have to take my cousin with me, don't wanna be the third wheel.

3.
Third Wheel
To be the friend that sits there while your friend gets some and you get nothin but yourself.
The other day when I was sittin in my basement with Nate and this female I had to third wheel it

PS. I would like to make a shout out to my first ever follower!! Thank you Princess Freckles for making feel part of the blogging world :) http://princessfreckles.blogspot.com/