Familial Facebook

It's Monday, so basically I'm counting down the minutes until it is an appropriate time to head over to Margarita Monday. Jessica's mom, Debbie, is in town, so she'll be in attendance, too. This event could prove exciting considering how things played out this past November. After hyping Margarita Mondays the whole weekend, we brought Debbie, only to find that no one else was showing up. Since it was just after Thanksgiving and before finals loomed, the usual crowd was unable to attend. Michael Michael and I looked a bit foolish, because we promised dozens of people and ridiculous antics, and it started out so lackluster. Never underestimate the power of margaritas, however. We drank until we saw double, therefore (sort of)increasing the attendance, or at least increasing the fun.

It's been a while, so I don't remember exactly what happened amongst the five of us at the restaurant aside from a laughter. What I do remember is what happened when we got home. Somehow, someone ended up on Facebook. For those out of the loop, Facebook is an Internet social network similar to MySpace except that it is designed for college students rather than pedophiles, (well, aside from this amazing instance). A while back, in an effort to make more money and monopolize, Facebook opened access to anyone with an email. Theoretically, even your mom could join Facebook. Bear in mind, you'd never actually want your mom to join Facebook, because that would be weird, with a capital e, r, and d. You know, wEiRD, which is far weirder than capitalizing all of the letters, don't you think?

So Michael Michael and I were looking at Facebook and Debbie became intrigued by it. Jessica was annoying all of us because she was trying to speak to her student's parent in Spanish about literacy or something rather than hanging out with us. So while Jessica was chatting, in our collectively cloudy states, we took the opportunity to sign up Debbie for Facebook. Call it a drunken indiscretion, but it seemed like a good idea at the time, something we probably never would have gotten away with had Jessica been present and entertaining us like she should have been.

Let me make it clear, Facebooking Debbie was not a mistake. She's been a dear Internet pal of my since that fateful night. Perhaps in another state I would have "thought better" of it, but where does thinking better of things get you? A lonelier net-based social life, that's where.

Still, it's tremendously funny that, without Jessica's knowledge, I got her mom drunk and registered her for Facebook. Haha, I Facebooked Your Mom!