I'm leavin' town. Yep. I've had enough. I can't take any more snow and cold. 10" out there, white puffy stuff, and now the sky's opened up and let in the drafty arctic air. I never wanted to live on the arctic tundra, but it's beginning to look like it out there. And then there was an earthquake in the middle of the night - right about the time that if you wake up, you might as well just get up because your alarm's going off. Not that it woke me up, but I imagine all the people out there that had been sleeping well, only to be jerked awake, groggy in bed wondering why they were awake and very confused.
in a mid-western/southern tinged accent:
{{Did the bed move? No, I must have been imagining things- oh crap! it's like 20 minutes until my alarm goes off. I could lie here but then the alarm IS going to go off, and it will probably be that stupid song that they've been playing the last few days at this same time. Nevermind. I'll just get up.}}
That's how the scenario plays in my head. It has to be a guy, because in my brain, they're the only ones that wake up so early to go to work. I feel bad for him, because it does truly suck to wake up early, and then to be woken up even earlier? Well, there are probably very few that actually get up to go to work at that hour, but there has to be a few. Maybe farmers. Bet their cows are up early too then because they've been startled awake like the farmer has. Their keening would then get the attention of the farmer sitting in his bed wondering why he's awake.
The reason I'm leaving town is because I'm the maid of honor at my friend's Valentine's Saturday wedding. Its in California, so I'm excited to be leaving the cold. (Typically this time of year is Vegas time - but we're making an exception since she's my best friend. I tried soo hard to convince her to have it another weekend. Like June. But she wants to get married as soon as possible. I'm pretty sure she's not pregnant...six months of wedding planning is half of the usual time, Anywhoo, back to the earthquake). Likely hood of earthquakes is much higher there, but at least there won't be 10+ inches of snow to deal with, and below zero wind chill. It really looked pretty falling yesterday. Big sparkley white fluffs, like a million fairy dots dancing in the air, glowing under lights by the time I got home. I need to pack today, and get my nails done (yay for Ci Cis, right across from the Music Exchange), and pick up my dress from the tailors.
I'm also getting in a final tanning session tonight. I never have tanned in a salon until a freebie was given to me a summertime ago when I was in Iowa. Nick and his sister were going, so I went along since it was free. Since it was summer I didn't really get why we'd go into a tanning booth but since I'm a deal whore, I couldn't say no. Skip forward two summers and into this winter and I'm actually going to one regularly. Normally, this time of year, I'm a pasty white and also prone to feeling more "blue". But my friend's wedding is in California, I'm the only Midwesterner, and we're all wearing dresses that are pink. Bright pink on pasty white makes for a large pink blob. I'd rather not wear white at a wedding - so my skin needs some help. And I'm going to Mexico shortly after that, I remember getting sun burned so badly that they called me lobster girl at school for a month and it hurt to put clothes on. Sunblock will be necessary, but a little bit of time prepping my skin for the onslaught of sunlight would help. Tanning salon has changed me. I've been cheerful this winter, and my skin is a nice brownish tone. I've also learned to put cocoa butter on it everyday, which I should have been doing in the first place in such cold/dry winter conditions. So it's reminded me, oddly enough, to take better care of myself. I'm not planning on becoming a tanning salon regular, since it's so dangerous, but now I know what to do if the winter weather starts really getting me down.
In packing I've got a LOT of stuff to bring. I'm coordinating decorations at the church (pew bows only) and at the reception (which I get to drag all the bridesmaids to to help me after photos are done). I'm really hoping the vases I bought will hold up to the punishment they're going to go through in my luggage. I'll wrap them good, but Jet Blue - well I've never flown with them so I'm hoping baggage handlers don't abuse my soft luggage too badly. Glue gun, ribbon, beads, scissors - all of it will be floating in there. Along with my dress, shoes, wrap for in the church (ditching it asap), majority of my makeup, and any other craft supplies I'm forgetting.
I also have to pack a different bag with my valentines outfit- We're coming back Sunday night and then going out to dinner that evening here in Chicago. It will be fun. Valentines day is directly followed by Mardi Gras. I love valentines day, and its nice to actually have a valentine. I've always celebrated it one way or another, seeing as for many years I thought I'd be by myself forever for V-day. Sometimes I write letters to my friends thanking them for being so awesome. Or I go out and see a sappy movie on my own. Having a boyfriend has changed the way I celebrate and the way I look at valentines day, and I'm grateful for what I have, like always.
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