Tuesday, August 9, 2011

I lied.

I remember when I said I would update this blog daily. And I am aware that little chunks of time pass before I sit back down and write again. I didn't take in to account that sometimes during this next year I would actually BE WITH MY HUSBAND, and I am usually so busy flirting with him and making him hold my hand every 5 seconds, that I never get any real work done. I barely brush my hair. I am busy being in love! It's so nice having this man around again.

The weekend was crazy. We were back home for a whirlwind 3 days cramming family, friends, and my ten year reunion all in without pausing to inhale air. It was amazing fun though. Except I walked in to a sliding glass door. And I fell in gravel outside of a strip club, and still can't bend my knee properly without chunks of gravel popping out like little bullets. (The real thing that should be worrisome about that sentence was the fact that it happened outside of a STRIP CLUB, but I'll get to that.) Overall, I did party a little bit too much, but I was just drunk on life and overwhelmed with happiness that I was around family AND my super cute husband. It was like winning the lottery! With gravel.

My family held a cook-out/birthday party for me, and when my aunt put real, live sparklers on the cake in lieu of candles, I thought 2 things: 1. I am definitely home. California won't let you do anything with real, live sparklers. Ever. 2: I didn't think it was possible for me to love my aunt more than when she lit those babies and then had to scrape the carcinogens off the top of the cake. It was like brand new love, just swelling through me.
It was a good day.

The next day was the reunion, and I was super nervous after the sparkler-cake-high wore off. First of all, I bought a dress without trying it on, and when I slipped it on my sweaty body (east coast humidity reduced me to a puddle all weekend,) I was horrified that the dress CAME DOWN TO MY THIGH. LIKE, BARELY GRAZED IT. It was a T-shirt, really. I was going to be that girl at my reunion. You know exactly what I am talking about. The girl that shows up in something really inappropriate and just tries too hard the entire night. After I saw the way my non-existent dress looked, I started getting ready for a good cry. I think I did cry, actually, but I was sweating so much I can't really be sure. Anyway, Brett saw my pre-meltdown, grabbed me by the shoulders and said: "I've been away from you for 3 weeks. Believe me when I say: that dress is perfect."

I stopped crying.

The night was fun, even though I showed more leg than a freakin' giraffe. We ate, reminisced, drank, and then someone had the great idea to take the party somewhere else. One cab ride out to the middle of nowhere later, and I found myself at a strip club. I don't know if it was the surprise at the location, or the stilettos picking their way through a dirt road covered in gravel, or the wine I drank earlier, (actually, yes. Let's just go with that last one,) but I ATE IT IN FRONT OF MY WHOLE CLASS IN THAT STUPID LITTLE DRESS IN FRONT OF A STRIP CLUB. So, I was that girl. And you know, when something like that happens, you know nothing else can really go wrong- because you are scraping around on rock bottom. Like, literal rock bottom. With rocks in your knees.

So, I went inside the strip club, sat down as I picked out hunks of bloody gravel from my leg, DRANK WATER, and made the most out of it. What else are you going to do? All dramatics aside, I actually had a really good time. The people I went to high school with are really good people, and hilarious too. I wish I spent more time back then being happy to know them and not trying everything I could to get out of that town. When I fell, no one laughed, (okay, maybe there were a few chuckles,) but what was important was seconds after I landed neatly on rock bottom, one girl was sponging my leg and another was already spraying it with medicine. And I haven't seen these people in TEN YEARS! If I fell in Berkeley, I'd probably just get mugged 2 seconds later, so it was a nice change of pace. I'm so happy I went, even if I did look like I should have been working at the strip club, not falling outside of it.

I am now healthily and happily in my husband's college town, and the only thing I am drinking today is a latte. I had the crazy re-visit to my youth this weekend, and it only made me desperately grateful for my age. Gravel in the knees is not a good look at 28. Only 19 year olds can pull that one off. So, I'll finish this latte, take a little walk in this soup/humidity laden world...and be really happy to be here right now. Because Brett comes home tonight. And I get to hold his hand.

1 comment:

  1. I dont think the reunion would have been nearly as fun if you hadnt been able to make it! I am sorry I wasnt there to help pick gravel out of your knee cuase i'm a pro at that! lol no really- I had to do the same thing to my knee when I was a kid! It just wasnt stirp club gravel! And as far as the dress goes... you looked fabulous! Plus like Brett said, it had been 3 weeks since he saw you... get where im going with this?! lol