I so badly want to be that person that plays it cool. Like David Wooderson in Dazed and Confused. I’m not that way. The only circumstance in which I could play anything cool would be if I were hit over the head with something heavy and left to sit alone, quiet as a cucumber. I kind of don’t want that to happen though because I dislike head injuries.
And because I haven’t bought my bedazzled helmet yet.
I only say this because I feel like I’m going to throw up right now. I’m kind of nervous about this wedding thing tonight. Granted, I’ll be with friends and once I get going I’ll be fine but right now, my coffee tastes like a big cup of worry. I need someone to shake me like a screaming baby so I’ll snap out of this.
I was honestly excited and looking forward to today… until this morning. I think because “today’s the day” and other news coming over the interweb waves have sent my stomach into a hizzy. My self-confidence and any hope of “cool” I had were flushed down the toilet [as I overheard wonderful conversation about wood flooring from two stalls down].
Everything will be fine. I like the kahuna and the kahuna likes me. The Black Widow has a fancy bounce card of a bonnet to sit on it’s top. And I can handle the pressure of this being a once-in-your-life event because I am good at this. I just have to keep telling myself to keep my eye on the prize: wedding cake. Oh, and Granger’s bag of Canon lenses.