This past weekend was a whirlwind, or perhaps a flurry. I’m not really sure which adjective best describes it, but it was…well it just “was”. Up, down, sideways…I felt like I was on an emotional roller-coaster. Lack of sleep, physical exertion, alcohol and among other things probably all played a role. I received text messages from not one, not two, but three unexpected sources, which started the weekend off all backwards and things just got all screwy from there.
By Sunday evening, I was downing Champagne with my girlfriends and spilling secrets that I didn’t even know I had! Secrets that I hadn’t even admitted to myself, but be it the lack of sleep or plethora of alcohol I spilled my guts. I went on and on and the more I let my secret flow from my lips the more it became real. Sure it’s nothing to be ashamed of, just something I wasn’t expecting. I guess I knew in the back of my mind, but didn’t want to admit it. Unfortunately I may have divulged my secret to a few too many people, and a few whom I doubt will keep their mouths shut. It’s only a matter of days before it’s out and my cheeks are turning as bright as the fuschia shirt I’m wearing.
Oh and the dreams!! The dreams that I had this weekend were so vivid and realistic. When my head finally hit the pillow at 2am Monday, my dream was an exact replay of Sunday night’s events only with a different ending. I went to bed mad and woke up angry. I was angry at people, then angry at myself, then just mad at the world! Of course two days, and a bottle of wine later I’m over it. Hoping people will forget anything that spilled from my lips on Sunday and just move on like nothing happened. I’ve moved on, I sure hope everyone else does too.
One thing I will say that was funny is that Sunday I walked a 5K, after a mere 3.5 hours of sleep, you can only imagine what I looked like. I managed to pry the beer glass from my hand and take a power nap & shower in the afternoon, but being it a Sunday night and not expecting to go back out and be out till 2am I pulled my bangs back, didn’t blow dry/straighten my naturally wavy hair, and didn’t apply any makeup. I felt like a bum, but it didn’t keep me from meeting up with friends (namely guys) at 10:30pm. Too my surprise a friend immediately said “You got all cute’d up tonight!”. I was shocked (& flattered). Here I am spending hours straightening my hair, applying makeup to look “cute” when I go out at night, but the one time I am out the door in 15 minutes I get nicest compliment I’ve heard in months. Go figure…only on this weekend of all weekends would that have happened.