Are you a good wingwoman? (or man)

I've always considered myself to be an excellent wingwoman—up for anything (especially the unnecessary ONE more drink at 4am), and I always follow girl code. If a friend calls "dibs" on a guy, not only will I back off, but I will think of a clever way to get the two of them talking. (Well, that was more pertinent to my single days.) But, over Memorial Day weekend, I was the worst wingwoman EVER. Most of the girls in our group were single, so I wanted to prove that I could hang with 'em and be the life of the party just as I typically am—er—used to be. 

Saturday night we went to a fun seafood restaurant, The Boathouse, in East Hampton. And even though I was feeling quite boozy before I ate, I was stone cold sober after dinner was over. (I blame it on the bread basket and two huge pieces of cheesecake our waiter gave us for FREE.) Even so, I was bound and determined to snap with it and get my party on! Or not. Ten minutes into our car ride home, I fell asleep. Once we got back to our house, I pepped up just enough to eat a s'mores (or three) and went to bed. LAME. I'll save you the long, boring story, but Sunday night was much of the same. I feel asleep AT.THE.BAR. in the middle of a drinking game. Yeah, I can't wait to see those pics! (Girls, don't think I'm naive enough not to know that you pounced on that photo op!)

Friends, this is my formal apology. I swear never to be such a lame wingwoman ever again. Next time I'm out, I'm totally going to be Cameron Diaz in The Sweetest Thing. (Love that movie—I also referenced it here.) Well, she ends up falling in love with the dude she tries to hook Selma Blair up with, but that's besides the point. She's super-fun and her intentions were good. 

And even though Dumb and Dumber is one of my all-time favorite movies, I don't know if I'd want Harry or Lloyd to be my wingman if I was a dude. They are hilarious as hell, but both screw each other over royally for a girl. (How funny is it when Lloyd does this to Harry?) Hey, not that I really blame them though—Lauren Holly is way hottt. 

So tell me: Are you a good wingwoman/man? What are the Do's and Don'ts when you're out with friends? And what celeb would you want as a your wing-person?

What embarrassing words are in your repertoire?

The other day I was IMing with my friend Kasey:

Me: S'up?

Kase: Chillin', what u up 2?

Me: Chillin'/bloggin'/workin'. Shit! I just said S'up!

Kase: No worries, I say it too.

Me: You do? Cool...so...S'up?!

Sometimes words come out of my mouth, and I think, Wow, did I really just say that? Remember when saying, "S'up" was pretty much the coolest thing you could do in tenth grade? Combining two words together to make one was like...genius.

It reminds me of the scene in the movie, The Sweetest Thing, when Christina Applegate has the "What's Up?" conversation with a dude she meets at a bar. Don't know what I'm talking about? Rent the movie—it's awesome. It taught me the word bejigity. Well, there ya go, ANOTHER word I should strike from my vocabulary!

Speaking of vocabulary, remember when I got all bejigity over the word rubicund in this post?

Tell me: What embarrassing words are in your repertoire? And what are the most impressive?