Six Days & the Cosmic Cornhole

Late October in 2010 was an interesting ride.  Between my birthday and Halloween, I managed to climb on a living amusement park ride and throw my birds up in the air and wave 'em like I just don't care in the face of the Universe.  I have a photo posted from this week on my online dating profile, with a caption that encourages people to ask me about the back story.  Today, I got such a request.  This is the explanation I offered.

RE: A Very Bundy Wedding Photo

Oh, now that's a tacky romp of a week in 2010. My birthday is very close to Halloween, and that week of my life was interesting, to say the least.

I had been in the final stretch of my divorce for a while. All we were waiting for was a court date to make it final. I had been seeing a guy for a short while at the time, however, that wasn't meant to be. He decided to part ways on Saturday. My birthday was Monday, I got divorced on Tuesday (best birthday present I'd had to date. This year, I sold my house after a year long nightmare, so that is now officially the best birthday present ever.) And I went to a Halloween party that weekend stuffed into a wedding dress that was 18,000 miles of tulle. (I'm very much NOT a princess dress kind of girl, which is one of the reasons why it was hilarious. The other reasons is, I had to cram all of that hot mess into a Mini Cooper to get to the party. Once I found the gear shift, I couldn't let go or I might never have found it again.) I put on HORRIBLE makeup on purpose. I wanted more eyeliner and red lipstick than should be legal. I learned though, I had trouble actually getting lipstick on my teeth on purpose. I bought a pack of candy cigarettes and stuffed them in the front of the dress for effect. Later, somehow a can of keystone light made it in there too. Yeah, it was a hot mess on purpose, and I laaaaauuuughed.

A friend of mine showed up dressed as Col Sanders, complete with white tuxedo. So, we've got some fantastic photos of the two of us goofing off and totally mugging for the camera as if TMZ caught the Col with his tacky bride.

So, yeah. 2010 That was the year where in one week, I was dumped, turned a year older, finalized a divorce, and was back in a wedding dress in a matter of 6 days. Because, that's how I roll.