Meg's Diary

Birthday Slut

Thanks to everyone who sent me happy birthday wishes yesterday!

Sadly, it was a working birthday. I’ve sworn to myself that next month, when I’m done with Princess Diaries 10, I’m going to take a week off at a tropical island resort somewhere, and just lay around in a hammock, and do nothing.

(I realize I live on an tropical island, but I mean one with no phones or Internet, but also room service and no bugs.)

But if I had done that yesterday, I never would have known that my favorite gossip website named me a Birthday Slut!

Yes! While I visit Dlisted daily (okay, hourly—shut up), I had NO idea Dlisted was aware of MY existence! I FREAKED OUT when I saw that (and thanks to reader Ana Carolina for pointing it out). Thank you, Dlisted–in the midst of all this Britney news–for remembering.

The weirdest part about having a working birthday was that when I opened the Princess Diaries 10 Word Doc to the blank page I was starting on yesterday, I typed in the new date for Mia’s diary, and it was this (I swear I am not making this up):

Monday, May 1, 7AM

Mia’s 18th birthday! It was her birthday and my birthday on the same day! That has totally never happened before. And must have some weird metaphysical implications I haven’t thought of yet.

Birthdays are always a time for reflection on the year past, and mine was no exception. I couldn’t help but think of all the many goals I failed to accomplish last year, mainly not getting my driver’s license. What the hell???? Sixteen year olds everywhere managed to accomplish that, but not me. I have now flunked the Florida State Driving Learner’s Permit Test seventeen times.

And don’t say I should enroll in my local high school’s driver’s ed class because I ALREADY TRIED (and there are no adult driver’s ed courses here unless you have had a DUI. And don’t think I didn’t consider that).

I realize the failing is probably mine and if I just applied myself more perhaps I would pass. But reading the driver’s manual is just so BORING. There are no romances or sword fights or makeovers in it AT ALL.

And when I see the manual sitting by my bath tub every night next to the latest copy of Allure Magazine, I swear I TRY to reach for it. But somehow I end up going for Allure every time. It’s just so much more satisfying.

Anyway. Enough about me and my multiple choice taking testing ineptitude. As a thank you for all the birthday greetings I received, I’d like to show you the cover for my new book QUEEN OF BABBLE GETS HITCHED, which will be in stores at the end of June 2008:

Queen of Babble Gets Hitched
Big mouth. Big heart. Big wedding.
Big problems.

It’s the wedding of the century!

Things are looking up at last for Lizzie Nichols. She has a career she adores in the field of her choice (wedding gown restoration), and the love of her life, Jean-Luc, has finally proposed. Life’s become a dizzying whirl of wedding gown fittings—not necessarily her own–as Lizzie prepares for her dream wedding at her fiancé’s chateau in the south of France.

But the dream soon becomes a nightmare as the best man—with whom Lizzie might once accidentally have slept…no, really, just slept–announces his total lack of support for the couple, a sentiment the maid of honor happens to second; Lizzie’s Midwestern family can’t understand why she doesn’t want to have her wedding in the family backyard; her future, oh-so-proper French in-laws seem to be slowly trying to lure the groom away from medical school and back into investment banking; and Lizzie finds herself wondering if her Prince Charming really is as charming as she once believed.

Is Lizzie really ready to embrace her new role as wife and mistress of Chateau Mirac? Or is she destined to fall into another man’s arms…and become a “Bad Girl” instead?

One thing’s for sure: this is a wedding no one is likely to forget—if it ever even happens at all.
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That’s all from the birthday slut.

More later.

Much love,

Meg

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