Knock Knock...Who's There?

Last night was the only timeslot I have had open all week to do laundry. Such the busy girl! H was working at the house so I was laundry-ing and and having my cocktail hour solo after a tough day's work when suddenly there was a knock at the door. Mind you, at this point in the evening, I had not eaten since my bowl of low-fat granola at lunch and I was on my second drink so I was feeling *kind of* good. I was also in my "laundry uniform" which is a pair of oversized sweat pants with a t-shirt and oversized fleece NASCAR sweatshirt. I kind of look like an orphan but I do seem to fit-in just right with the Motel 6 laundry crowd, especially with the whole NASCAR look. (I am not a fan but my brother works for NASCAR so I wear it to offer my support.) Who would want to visit? Don't they know the Motel 6 is too small for visiting??? So anyway, I asked who it was and this woman, Diana, answered who I happen to know from waaaaay back when I worked at the bank. She was a coworker...we weren't really friends, but we chatted now and then. Diana also happens to be a Jehovah's Witness. She was visiting the lady across the hall (who hates me b/c I always have a cocktail when she sees me) but the lady was not answering so Diana was worried something may be wrong, seeing that the lady who hates me is on oxygen most of the time. Diana had no idea I live at the Motel 6 so when I opened the door (mind you, in uniform AND slightly intoxicated) she was extremely surprised and thrilled it was me. (Ever the popular one, aren't I?) There were 2 conservative JH guys with her who must have thought I was some kind of heathen b/c I probably smelled like a distillery and my poodles were going nuts with friendliness. It was quite a scene. Diana wanted to use my phone to call across-the-hall lady to make sure she was ok. It ended up the 6 of us (the 2 JH guys, Diana, Me, & 2 poodles) stood there for about 20 minutes b/c Diana was all chatty like my very bestest friend and, needless to say, so was I since I was kind of loopy. It was really funny...but now that I think about it, they will probably be back after some discussion on how to reform the apartment drunk who lives across from their fellow Jehoviah's Witness friend. I must move soon.