Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Because I'm Hard Core Like That

So the wedding in New Mexico went incredibly well, despite my tattoo deciding to bubble and then molt like a snake on the Discovery Channel, and despite my having to get fairly drunk in order to pull off the toast. (Which went well, considering I had a mini-crisis had to send The Funasaurus back to the hotel for my prop immediately after the ceremony and before consuming any of the cocktails at the cocktail hour, which I had forgotten, and was quite sure I couldn’t do without. I feel a prop makes any speech better.)

Since I was able to rage (kinda. Does “desperately wishing for a warm bed that doesn’t smell of stale beer” count as “raging”?) for the bachelorette party and shake my booty all night long, I decided I could not get away with using my tattoo as an excuse not to run, anymore. So this morning I got up at the crack of dawn, and re-commenced my M/W/F routine.

However, I started this week off on a better note. Not only was I well rested (read: hung over) but I was wearing NEW SHOES. When I went to California, my friend M practically had a heart attack when she saw my 1996 hard plastic relics. When she asked, “Why did you not throw those away 11 years ago?” I began to think that perhaps it was time to invest in a new pair.

And it really isn’t hard to convince me that I need to buy something newer and prettier and softer. So when I got back to Colorado, I invested in a new pair of shoes. And this morning, I gave them their maiden send off. We went around the park and back. And at first, I was like, “Holy hell, I’m running on clouds!” which was great. But after about a minute and a half, I realized that even if slightly more squishy, it was still running, and so it still sucked. But at least I was less embarrassed to be seen, which counts for something.

So now I must go back to work, because there is a crapload of work to do, and I am not quite sure how to squeeze it all in before I go to the ball game tonight and watch the Rockies (!) beat up on the Yankees (!!). Who’d have thunk?


Anonymous said...

Your speech was fabulous my dear! Thanks so much for being there for me! But you forgot to tell everyone how absolutely fabulous the wedding was! I know I am quite biased but it was awesome! In case you didn't already figure it out, this is Little Swan, I just forgot my password already! Love ya'! Your up next!

Lilycurly said...

Oh my! So what happened with the Tattoo?
I always worry about these. Needless to say I freaked out for days after I had mine. So worried that something strange would happen.