I'm leaving for LA tomorrow morning at 6:08. I am not looking forward to it AT ALL. One of my college friends' is getting married and, as happy as I am for her, I'm just not looking forward to getting all dolled up and ready for a wedding. Is that bad? Should I repent? Should I grin and bear it, suck it up, get over it? I will. I have no choice, but I hate weddings. I hate hate hate them with a passion. I don't know if it's the fact that I've never had one of my own or what. Personally, I've never liked them...not even when I was younger, innocent and full of hopes and dreams for a hunky Johnny Depp to come storming into my life.
Oh...did I mention that at the wedding I'm sitting next to some woman whom I've known on and off for more than 10 years and who has never actually uttered a word to me. I thought she was mute for the longest time. She's not...she just doesn't speak very much....to me.
Oh...and contrary to what everyone has been saying (those at work trying to comfort me), I will not meet the man of my dreams there. At this point, I just want to have a couple of drinks and dance the really bad dance I'm so good at (I think I'm a terrible dancer...except the electric slide. I'm really good at the cheesy dances. I rock the electric slide!).
The fact that I will not be getting any sleep tonight probably has something to do with my lack of enthusiasm. The shuttle's picking me up at 3:45AM; my flight's at 6. I get there at 7:30. Wedding's at 5, ends at 10. I leave early Sunday morning. My co-workers have been warned. Monday will not be pretty!