Thursday, June 21, 2007

A Princess Copes with Summertime

To expound just a little, Little Swan’s wedding this past weekend was gorgeous. In fact, I would go so far as to say practically perfect. Which has made me a little sulky, honestly, because I’m pretty sure she used up all the good wedding mojo, and I was planning on saving some for my wedding.

Everyone who RSVPed showed up. The food was excellent. The air conditioning in the limo worked. The dress did not get dirty, despite dragging it all over a golf course. Many people got buzzed, no one got drunk. The best man’s speech was tasteful. The weather was perfect, warm and sunny with a slight breeze to keep everyone from overheating, despite predictions of 50mph gusts of wind. The pictures were beautiful. They remembered to sign the marriage certificate. And the night culminated in a good dance party.

And if that’s not the sign of a successful wedding, then I don’t know what is.

Nicely done, Mrs. Swan. Can I get you to do your sun dance for my wedding, please?

Back in Colorado, it is stupidly hot for June, the temperature hovering in the mid-90s yesterday, and possibly reaching triple digits, today. Nevertheless, I had tickets to go see the Rockies play the Yankees, and I was determined to go. I met up with my Swedish friend, who is gorgeous and petite and tan, and we stopped at a bar to get a requisite glass of wine before overpaying for Coors Lite and Dippin Dots at the ballpark.

The Swede was shedding clothing as we hiked up the stairs, and was in a teeny tiny tank top and shorts by the time we sat down. I could almost watch her skin turn a deeper shade of tan. I, on the other hand, much like a polar bear or fine electronic equipment, do not handle heat so well. I go from pale to burnt in .02 seconds. So I had on long pants, an undershirt, a long-sleeved sweater with a hood, sunscreen, and a ball cap.

“I love summertime!” she announced, throwing her head back to get more sun on her high cheekbones.

I murmured something hateful in return, while working hard to ward off heat stroke.

Fortunately, the Rockies won, the Dippin Dots didn’t melt, (and neither did I) and we had a good ride home. Next up is her Midsummer’s Party on Saturday, even though Midsummer is technically tomorrow. (Today? Tomorrow?) We discussed, among other things, an impromptu May Pole.

Oh, yes.

If it happens, I will so post pictures.


Diane said...

Sounds like fun! I used to be able to handle sun better than I do now - I blame global warming . . .

And today is the longest day of the year! I can verify it was fully light out at 5:30 when I was up and walking the dogs this morning

meno said...

So, when ARE you getting married?

Princess in Galoshes said...

Meno- late September. I've still got a couple of months, left. But I like talking about it! :-)

hamiam said...

Oh, Princess...

You do know that the good wedding mojo refills everytime there is a wedding fiasco right? And, I'm thinkin' that with all the jillions of weddings going to occur between now and yours, you're going to have a pretty full mojo cup from which to drink at your wedding!

This heat is miserable! It is June, not August!!!

M-M-M-Mishy said...

Take comfort in the fact that while you are forced to layer and hide from the sun, you will live a long healthy life with less wrinkles! (At least, that's what I tell myself... Pastey white is the new tan!)