Here it is Wednesday already. Just another few days until Saturday arrives.
The Big Day.
Antelope Valley High School Class of 1980's 30th class reunion. It is appriopriate that this occurs during the Halloween season. It is sure that many people will be wearing masks of some kind. And it is certainly likely that this could be a Horror Story. Either way I expect to have some stories to tell.
Yesterday I got a great hair cut and color. I looked pretty danged okay if I do say so myself. If only I could re-create this style on Saturday but that probably won't happen. I do not know how stylists do it--- maybe it is the free set of hands at working on the back of my head. Maybe it is stylist magic that they perform for job security. Whatever it is, I can never make my hair look nearly so good as it does when someone else does it.
The shoes. Oh, my pretty edgy shoes. Too high a heel after all. I tottered around all night long at the funeral-- a test run as it was. A failure--- nay an EPIC failure. Not only did I totter but they hurt. Badly. And they made my slacks too short. And the next morning my feet still hurt and when I went down the stairs I tottered AND wobbled like I had ice skates on (this with bare feet mind you). My pretty new shoes were not going to cut it. I had to go out and get..... get.............
MORE PRACTICAL SHOES.
Nooooooo.......... It hurts my heart......
Is it possible that I am overthinking this? NO WAY!! Not possible!!!
Am I not practically guaranteed to find my
One True Love
at this event? Isn't that how it works in the movies? Someone will catch my eye from across the crowded room. We will move toward each other as if in a dream. It will be as if all those years fall away and we will Just Know......
Hey, it could happen.
I just realized!
I don't.... don't..... have......a........a.........a.....
(Insert scary foreshadowing music here)