C, F, or ...

So, I was lying in bed, not sleeping, like I always do, and one of my most suppressed memories from college occurred to me. It's been four years, so we can look back now and laugh, or not, but it needs to be documented. [While I'm at it - I encourage everyone to post similar stories. Keeps things interesting. Let's post, people! You can't tell me that nothing exciting/embarrassing/interesting/stupid has happened to you in the last couple of months.]

Sarah and I, and whoever we were around, were really into the game "Chuck, F, or Marry" sophomore year. And junior year. And senior year. It's fun to put things boys into perspective! Sometimes I still play by myself in the grocery store line. [For those of you unfamiliar with the rules of the game.. you pick 3 people, and then you have to say who you could get rid of ("Chuck"), who you would have a one-night stand with ("F***), and who you would marry ("Marry").]

For the record, I have grown as a person since this incident.

Sooo..

Kristin Zogg, a wonderful member of our cell research group, confided in me that she had decided to drop out of school and become a nun. And by confided, I mean I pestered her in lab about her vague descriptions of her phone calls enough to where she just gave in. When she told me, I went into complete shock, went home, thought about it, came back with a list of questions to pester her some more with. And I even gave her advice, such as "you should probably tell your parents".

Anyway, I think Kristin tells James at some point, and I'm not sure about Mike (hinted at it?), but not Caitlin or Sarah, so everything hasn't be formalized. We go to Olive Garden for our celebratory dinner for being the Super CD93 group. I tell Kristin that she needs to make an announcement and I'm antsy about it all through dinner. After dinner she makes it. Everybody is kinda in shock, luckily I had warned Sarah about an announcement so her filters were in action, Caitlin freaked out a lot in her face, Mike acted totally normal which surprised me though he does have pretty excellent filters, and so on.

I don't know what happened... but somehow, the conversation turns, and I blurt out, like 5 minutes after this huge personal announcement:

"So.. for you, it's like, Chuck, Fuck, Become a Nun!!"

I'm not sure how well it reads, but just trust me in that it was really, REALLY inappropriate. Making a racist fart joke would have been 100 times more acceptable than this one.

This is how I remember the responses from the table:
Kristin: Complete shock and not knowing whether to laugh or slap me on my way to hell
James: Didn't really register what i had just said
Caitlin: Complete shock, strained laugh to try to make things okay
Mike: Trying super, super, hard not to laugh, to the point of tears. He may or may not have peed his pants.
Sarah: A mix of trying not laugh and glaring at me really hard

Bethany: I didn't really know her well then, but I'm pretty sure she thought I was a horrible person and didn't know me enough yet to say, "Oh Meghan".
Me: Inside, a part of my soul died.

Mike and Sarah save my ass by saying "Thank you meghan for that grossly inappropriate comment" and then promptly change the subject.

I was Mortified.