Jeneration X: One Reluctant Adult's Attempt to Unarrest Her Arrested Development; Or, Why It's Never Too Late for Her Dumb Ass to Learn Why Froot Loops Are Not for Dinner (38 page)

As we have to get back home to attend to other business, there’s no time to hit the Triple X, home of the best biscuits and gravy in the world and, outside of the La Bamba burrito, the only known hangover remedy.

As the room spins and dips, I realize I’m not going to make it without some Starbucks. I’m suddenly very glad the powers that be paved paradise and put up a coffee shop. Oh, Starbucks, I will never doubt you again.

On the way to pick up the car, I pass the Pulitzer Prize winner and note that she does not smell like a fraternity party.

I do not distinguish myself in the parking garage trash can, but it’s touch and go there for a minute. Now
that
is the true and fitting end to my illustrious college career.

And despite the shame (and nausea), I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Plus I still have two hundred dollars.

I’m claiming this in the win column.

O
CTOBER 21, 2011

D
EAR
R
EADER,

A
S I MAKE THE FINAL EDITS ON MY MASTER MANUSCRIPT FOR THIS BOOK, OUR WORLD IS IN CHAOS
.

B
OOMERS AND MILLENNIALS ALIKE ARE IN THE MIDST OF OCCUPYING
W
ALL
S
TREET, THROWING THE LARGEST TEMPER TANTRUM OUR NATION HAS SEEN TO DATE, PEEING IN THE STREETS, AND INHIBITING COMMERCE IN THE SMALL BUSINESSES DOTTING
Z
UCCOTTI
P
ARK.
M
EANWHILE, THOSE OF US IN
G
ENERATION
X
ARE JUST TRYING TO MEET OUR DEADLINES.
(
W
HETHER OR NOT
I
SUPPORT THEIR MESSAGE IS IRRELEVANT.
T
HE MINUTE THEIR DRUM CIRCLE WOKE UP PEOPLE WHO PAY RENT AND HAVE TO GET UP EARLY FOR WORK,
I
DECLARED SHENANIGANS.)

I
F AND WHEN WE PULL OUT OF THIS COUNTRY’S FINANCIAL MESS—AND
I
BELIEVE WE WILL—
I
GUARANTEE YOU IT’S MY GENERATION WHO’LL BE LEADING THE CHARGE TOWARDS SANITY AND COMPROMISE.

A
LSO, WE LOST ELECTRICITY AGAIN TWO DAYS AGO, BUT FEAR NOT, FOR WE HAD A GENERATOR.
W
E HAVEN’T HAD THE WHOLE-HOUSE ONE INSTALLED YET, BUT WE HAD THE FORESIGHT TO PURCHASE A SMALLER, GAS-POWERED MODEL.
I
T’S NOT EVERYTHING WE WANTED, BUT IT WAS EXACTLY WHAT WE NEEDED.
[
Of course the power came on ten minutes after we finally assembled the damn thing, but that’s neither here nor there.
]

I
N ADDITION, THE CAPS LOCK ON MY KEYBOARD BROKE A MINUTE AGO AND THIS MANUSCRIPT IS DUE TODAY.

S
O
I
FOLLOW THE LESSON THAT NO ONE UNDERSTANDS BETTER THAN MEMBERS OF
G
ENERATION
X…

I
LEARN TO ADAPT.

XO,

J
EN

L
earning how and when to say thank you is a key element to becoming a full-fledged adult, so here goes:

Maybe it’s a little out of traditional order, but first I have to thank Anthony Ramondo and the rest of the art department for creating my favorite cover since
Bitter
. Home run, people. Total home run.

A million thanks go to my editor, Tracy Bernstein, for raising the bar. Knowing you’d be reading the manuscript made me push myself and I’m so pleased with what we’ve done together. Additional, heartfelt thanks go to Kara Welsh and Claire Zion for embracing my vision in seven books and counting. And Craig Burke and Melissa Broder? You’re the hardest-working publicists in the business. All of you (plus sales and marketing and production) are my Dream Team.

I’d be nowhere without my family of choice—Stacey, Gina, Tracey, Caprice, Joanna, Angie, Wendy, Blackbird, and Poppy. You guys are my inspiration and you make everything more fun! (Except possibly driving.) (Listen, I’m sorry, but the GPS lady is very stern so I’m obligated to defer to her if there’s a question.)
(Also, I have shitty night vision, and if the speed limit says fifty-five, then I’m going forty-five just to be sure.) (This has no bearing on my thanks, yet I want to have this on record so you don’t mutiny again like that time we went to Wendy’s house.) (Luff you!)

Karyn Bosnak, you get your own paragraph because that’s how hard you rock. You’re the best nemesis I ever had (even though it was unbeknownst to you), and I feel so lucky to be in your life. And your title? I’m not worthy! I’m not worthy!

For Fletch—thank you for putting up with what you call “writing season,” which is defined by a dirty house, bored dogs, and nothing to eat. What you lack in administrative-assistant skills, you more than make up for in the husband department. You’re the best partner I could have in business and especially in life, and I’m so proud of what we’ve built together!

For Douglas Coupland—thank you for writing one of the greatest novels of all time. You are truly a genius, and I hope you understand that
Jeneration X
is my homage to the generation you defined.

For all my readers—thank you from the bottom of my heart. I love seeing you at events, receiving your e-mails, and interacting with you on social-networking sites. Please know we would
totally
be friends in real life. (Unless you were my neighbors. As it turns out, I’m kind of weird about them.) I wish you all joy, laughter, and a lifetime supply of good whackin’ shovels.