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.
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