Come out, come out, wherever you are....

"Come out, come out wherever you are

And meet the young lady who fell from a star

She fell from the sky, she fell very far

And Kansas she says is the name of the star"

"The Wizard of Oz"

I've been thinking about doing this for awhile, and since it's 7:40 and I'm so bored I'm contemplating going to bed (I hate Weds. night tv, so no big loss there), I figured this was a good time for this post. It's going to serve two purposes, and I hope you'll play along!

A few months back, a few of the reading blogs that I read were having a "de-lurking" week. Basically, they wanted the people who were repeat readers to leave comments to let the authors know who was stopping by. I wanted to do that, but felt silly. Now I have a reason to do so though. I need helpful hints, pointers, and/or advice, and I'm calling on you - visitors of Caseyland - to help. (Remember, it takes a village to raise a Casey).

In a little over two weeks I am going to Omaha for my friend Megan's wedding. Megan is one of my BC friends and she was part of the group I lovingly referred to as "the math clique." There was a group of us, but 5 in particular, that got to have 2 years worth of math classes together with the same little group in the same little room with the same awesome teacher. Due to scheduling, this meant that we ended up in most of our classes together. Now, the thing about Megan was that she was much cooler than me (but really, who wasn't?). To be hones, I kind of always wondered why she was friends with me. Well fast forward 9ish years and here we are. Megan and I never really chat - just occasional emails. However, she is one person who I know I can count on and who will go out of her way to see me every time I'm in Boston. She is one of the sweetest people I know and I am so excited to be able to share her most special day with her!

Now the problem. I have to go alone. Totally alone! And I don't know any of Megan's friends! I've never even met the groom! Her parents are wonderful, but I haven't seen them since graduation. I think I've met her younger sister, but certainly don't know her and I don't think I've ever even met their older sister. Like I said, Megan and I were "class friends," not so much social friends. I would go to her apt. occasionally, so I am sure I will recognize some of her old roommates. Basically, I'm terrified. For those of you who don't know me or haven't been reading long, and thus haven't quite figured me out too much, let me fill you in. I talk a big game, but put me in an unknown situation and it's not good. I freeze up and freak out a little. I may speak my mind and give anyone I come across an unwanted opinion, but this is the pinnacle of my scaredy-cat-ness. The last wedding I went to where I didn't know anyone I lucked out. The groom's best friend was one of my other HS friends. His girlfriend and I met at the hotel bar the night before, so then we sort of hung out a little, and one of the boys at my table was very nice and I never even had to worry about the dance floor (which, btw, I am TERRIFIED of). So anyway, obviously the people will be great people - they're Megan's friends and family. Now, the answer to my comfort level may be one thing - champagne, but I'm thinking that's not the route I need to go.

So help me!!! Come out of hiding and offer me some tips on how not to be the shy, insecure, friendless person at the popular girl's party!!!