Crazy Weekend Coming Up
My cousin Philip is marrying his girlfriend-of-several-years Katie. And this particular branch of the family tree likes to make weddings into weekend-long affairs. So the schedule goes ...
Friday. Work by day. Come home, get packed for the weekend, get Alex packed, drive to Mom and Dad's where we are having a family dinner with some relatives from New York State that I think I've seen twice before in my life.
Saturday. Go the Aquarium by day. Come home, wash off the stink of dead fish, prettify myself, and go to the wedding and reception.
Sunday. Cookout at Aunt Sue's house, the mother of the groom. Luckily, Bobby and I have tickets to the Ravens pre-season game against the NY Giants, so we'll be able to cop out early, probably scoot back to my parents' to pick up Alex, drop him off at the house, and take the Metro downtown to see the game.
After all of that, I told Johnny the Boss that I would be unspeakably cranky come Monday, so I have off from work on Monday. He doth not protest.
A few weeks ago, I realized this is my first time ever attending a summer wedding, at least since I have been old enough to notice and care about such things. My usual dressy attire, it seems, has been worn to the point of nearly becoming a uniform. At the last formal event I attended, my aunt remarked, "Oh, that's such a beautiful dress that you always wear, Dawn!" Unfortunately, I wear a lot of black and a lot of red, being fair complexioned and apt to wash out in white or pastel-colored clothes. (Senior year in high school, boring pastel gowns were all the rage for prom, but of course, I wore red. Blood red!) But black and red aren't really appropriate for a summer wedding, and since some of my clothes date back to high school, I figured that a new dress wouldn't hurt.
So I went out this afternoon to Savage Mill, which has the coolest funky clothing store evah! Lots of colorful, sparkly things, which makes the 'gund very happy. When I walk down the street, ravens and crows try to carry me off and mothers avert their young children's eyes lest I permanently scar their retinas like looking at a solar eclipse.
I found a strapless dress with a turquoise, black, and white print that is a mixture of flowers, zebra, and a few leopard spots. That sounds really weird; it does work. Well, maybe not for everyone, but it does for me. The best part ... since it is a summer dress, and they are trying to clear out their summer clothes, it was on sale for five dollars! Five dollars! Bobby had set aside $150 for me to get a new dress, so he was pleased to hear this.
Now, all I need to do is slap another coat of blue on my toenails. My poor feet are so nasty and deformed that if it wasn't for the fact that the left is deformed to the point of hurting to wear shoes for more than a couple of hours, I wouldn't subject anyone to my nekkid toes. Alas, I am selfish.
The good thing is that I don't have to shave my legs since I did so the other day after Bobby started making Chewbacca noises every time I crossed my legs in the car. All I can say about that: People in glass houses ...
Now it is just a matter of mentally preparing for a weekend spent almost entirely in the company of relatives whom I like well enough for a few hours at a stretch but who can become tedious after several consecutive such stretches. Though I have no doubt that they feel the exact same way about me.