Ever since I was a kid, I yearned for the effortless coolness of the I Get Wet album cover. Sure, it’s just a picture of a man with a bloody nose, but Andrew W.K., the bloodied man in question, looks so nonchalant you can’t help but think, “Damn. I wish I were that cool.” That’s why I was so excited the other day when I finally had my own I Get Wet moment. I was in bed at 9 P.M. reading a cozy mystery eBook like usual when suddenly my iPad slipped from my grasp and clocked me right in the nose. Once I felt the blood dripping down my upper lip, I knew what to do. I picked that iPad right back up, took a selfie, and posted for all to see with the caption “I Get Wet reading Agatha Christie.” I was even feeling bold enough to tag Andrew.
I think I look pretty fucking rock n’ roll in that picture, but according to Andrew Fetterly Wilkes-Krier, it doesn’t count if you’re a bibliophile.
He immediately commented, “Nice jammies, nerd. Forget your nightcap, Agatha? LOL.”
I cried straight into my bloodstains.
But then I thought about it and decided I shouldn’t let some illiterate man tell me I’m a nerd, no matter how cool and sexy and buff with beautiful hair he is.
I would argue that hovering a 1.5-pound slab of metal over your face every night is more metal than punching yourself for an album cover, Mr. W.K.
Further, and more importantly, I decided knowing yourself well enough to have your wind-down routine figured out feels pretty badass to me. I mean, sure, I guess it was pretty cool in my ‘20s when I would stay at bars until 3 AM and go home with an ex and then Uber to work in the morning, looking like what comes out of the shower drain. Damn, I kind of miss those times…but anyway, I was also in pain and tired all the time. And now that I have my sleep schedule on lock, well, I’m still in pain and tired because I’m older now, but like it could be much, much worse.
Now, off to bed with my next cozy mystery and a new stand for my iPad.
