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?

2 comments:

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.