This week has sucked big time. Monday afternoon just set a tone, and then before I knew it the entire week seems shot to hell. I’m highly agitated and very high strung here at work what with people calling me and asking me random a** questions, messing up my flow and other bits of it that cause me to be at a COMPLETE AND UTTER STANDSTILL. Frustrating, but what can you do. Not to mention that every time I look or even think about my calendar, I physically shutter. Let me give you a little preview:
Coming up, I’m at an on site in Orlando. Note: I leave Easter Sunday which the boy keeps giving me hell over, though I don’t really know why. April 3rd, I’m at an all day industry event which doesn’t just keep me out of the office, but is physically and emotionally exhausting. Then the next day I head to San Jose for the weekend for a FAM. At least I get to see Bruce Springsteen…except I’m not a huge fan. Whatever. April 20-22, I’m back in CA, and then April 30 I’m in B’more. As if that’s not bad enough, all this time it’ll be a crash course in preparing for May…oh dear God May:
- 1-7 Miami
- 16-22 DC
- 26-31 Orlando
I just need to get moving, it’s the holding pattern that’s killing me.
So anyway, I’ve been a little tense. At home, I sleep a lot on the couch The boy, though well meaning, is always pointing out the fact that I stress too much and that I do it to the point I don’t enjoy things. The only hiccup in this is that I hadn’t noticed before. 
So I spent much of my time this week trying to seem carefree (and failing) in the hopes that the old saying “fake it till you make it” kicks in, but that just generally leaves me feeling crappy about myself.
When I got a call on Tuesday afternoon from one of my oldest and dearest friends saying “it would be in your best interest to call me” I panicked. She was, after all, in NOLA on vacation with her boyfriend and I had offered her my “contacts” should anyone get arrested. Oh. Dear. God.
So with heart pounding I called, and rather than a plea of innocence, I found out some of the most incredible news. Her boyfriend is no longer her boyfriend.
He is her husband
In a very C-like way, she had talked for years about doing it drag queen style. And though I’ll miss the idea of dressing up like FooManChoo, the other option was a Wizard of Oz theme which includes little people dressed up….and you KNOW how I feel about little people. So I am just fine not being able to show off my drag-queen finery.
And it really is just like her, in the most perfect sense of the word. I know she was a little nervous we’d be upset, but that day was about them, and I couldn’t have planned it better for her myself. Just…perfect. So sans feather boa, but probably with a few leprechauns my friend is now technically related to our other childhood friend, which seems fitting….and when you say it like that it also seems fitting that that whole “incestuous sounding” explanation also comes with the caveat that both of their husbands are from West Virginia. Yes, yes that makes much more sense.
I love you dearly Mrs. B….BOTH of you
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I know how you feel about all the traveling. I am heading to Atlanta on MOnday and then every week for the next 4 weeks, I am in a different state for at least part of the week/end. Crazy.
But at the end of all that May traveling (well at the end of most of it!), you will be able to sit on a throne at my house for the best bridal shower ever!!!!
And I dont know C. yet (in person anyways) but man, am I excited for her? How romantic!
Just for the record, I am Mrs. B. She is Mrs. A-B. Just to clarify
At least I’m not the only bay-lis in town now!!!!
The Drag Queen Theme kind of went wayside when it dawned on me that it would be horrid if all of our men looked better than us in all their Drag Queen finery. That would have sucked!
Perhaps we’ll save that theme for our tenth anniversary…
Now Andi and I get to wreak havoc up the ‘burg as only Mrs. B’s and Mrs. A-B’s can
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