Anyhow, the day was busy from start to finish. I had a few deadlines for an American Literature class I'm taking this semester, and I knew it would be a late night for me, so I spent the first few hours of my day working on creating a quiz about early American Literature and then writing a thought provoking response to a short story by Mark Twain. It was all fascinating.
Since I knew I was going to be dateless for the festivities this evening, I realized I needed a smaller purse of some sort. So, like any "normal" girl would, I made a list of places I should check and set off on an adventure. My adventure was not super successful, until I realized that there was a Charming Charlie near my apartment now, and they always have clutches in a rainbow of colors and sizes. I was reeling from my successful trip to Sam's where I purchased bottled water and discovered that they had one of my favorite wines back in stock. When I got to Charming Charlie's, I wondered around for a while, feeling overwhelmed. Accessories are not my thing. I'm good if I put on my watch, stud earrings, and the ring that belonged to my grandmother, and half the time, I leave the ring in my drawer based on day-to-day activities. I'd hate to see anything happen to it, and I hope to pass it down someday.
Anyway, I found a silver clutch, unlike anything I'd ever use, but the price was right ($10) so off I went...and here's where it gets exciting. (There should be a heavy dose of sarcasm radiating from that sentence.) No, I am excited, actually. I've been wanting to try out this hair place for FOREVER, based on recommendations from a good friend of mine. They only do blowouts and styles...it's called the "drybar," and I went to the Plano location at the Shops at Legacy. Y'all, it was super. Brittany washed and dried my hair in no time at all, and then spent some time working on curls. My problem is that my hair will hold curl without a problem...in dry, non-humid conditions. Sweat-inducing conditions? Forget it. And it looked really great...until it didn't. And it stopped looking great way before the wedding, but I didn't even care. It was $35 well spent, and I'm totally looking forward to going again and trying a "sleek & straight" blowout. You know, next time I have something special to look forward to.
I rushed home and geared up for the wedding, dropping N at baseball practice in 5" heels and a cocktail dress, and then spent 97 minutes in traffic, trying to cut across the city to make it to the event on time. I made it with about 15 minutes to spare. I hung out with my dad and brother-in-law and some of the guys, then snuck upstairs to find my Seester and the ladies in the bridal party. The ceremony was just right for the bride and groom: full of laughter and smiles and happiness. As the staff readied the room for the reception, my phone rang. "Mom, I forgot to pack underwear or socks. Help!"
And that was how I found myself leaving the reception and getting in my car just as I overheard the DJ announce the entrance of the newlyweds. And by the time I got close to my apartment, I received another phone call: "Hey, Mom, it's cool. Dad bought me some boxers and socks for at his house. Have fun at your party or whatever."
And that, my friends, is how I spent the evening watching the Red Sox game, before switching to The Hunger Games, and calling it a night.
Do I know how to party, or what?
Aubs
(My hair, as it was already starting to fall...oh well)
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