So, I'm in Michigan. Still. Currently I'm sitting at my parents' kitchen table watching Will & Grace re-runs on Lifetime. I could delve deeper into that last statement, but to save myself any sort of further humiliation or self-loathing, I'm going to move on.
Last week my mother and I took a trip to northern Michigan for a few days of relaxation, bonding, wine tasting, golfing, and kayaking. I am relieved to report that after 3 days of the aforementioned activities, both of us returned home alive. There were many moments I thought this would not be the case.
When we returned Friday night, I experienced the highlight of my trip. If you keep up with this blog, or know me at all, you know how much I love getting my hair done. Since a childhood friend was getting married on Saturday, and I would be seeing lots of people from my past, I needed to get my hair colored. Desperately. My hairdresser being TOTALLY AWESOME, fit me in at 11:00 Friday night. How amazing is that!?! She colored me, trimmed me up, and sent me home with some products and a smile - well after midnight.
The wedding was beautiful - my friend (who I have known for more than 20 years now) looked like an angel. I actually went to my first New Kids concert with her. Ahhh, the memories. So many familiar faces were there - people I expected to see, and some I did not. Days later, the reception is something of a blur. I know there was a lot of meat (which, when you're a vegetarian is unfortunate), a lot of alcohol, 3 hours of straight dancing, an abundance of sugar, and bouts of uncontrollable laughing.
I sat with my date (don't get excited...she is my best friend who lives in Chicago) and our grade school friend (who, you will be interested to know, was my first "serious" boyfriend in 8th grade) and his wife. We also sat with a wonderful young man who unfortunately hasn't come to terms with his sexual orientation yet. He was wonderful and so much fun...and added a lot of life to our evening! I believe at one point I laughed so hard that my drink came out of my mouth and nose simultaneously. I could be wrong, but think that when liquids are extracted out of a person's facial cavities, a good time is guaranteed.
I forgot how much fun I had with these people. We danced and laughed and reminisced all night. It was like a dream. I drank too much and didn't stop dancing. I believe body parts were exposed at some point due to the street funk-like dance moves I was doing. A family friend even told my mom that if she were gay, she would definitely be attracted to her. And, that pretty much sums up the evening's activities. All sorts of inappropriate things were happening - and they only got worse as the night progressed. Fortunately for my friend, she will be able to watch them over and over again on her wedding video. There could probably be a lot of blackmailing done for that tape....
It was a blast. I woke up the next morning (after not sleeping at all) feeling horrible. It was totally worth it.
But, the most important part of the evening came very early. Ready for this one? I was voted best hair! With that simple compliment, the fact that I was lonely and single at the wedding (the Priest actually prayed for people like me during the ceremony) no longer mattered. I took my sexy hair and danced my single ass all over the floor that night. $100 is a small price to pay for some superficial self confidence...
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