Gin & Taxes
I'm busy printing out the last of the account info from this past year. This is the part of taxes I really hate. It's the part where Tim realizes how much I actually spent at Target and on Ebay. Eeep. Let the lectures begin...
In other news, we decided to plan our move for the weekend before Matt & Gemma's wedding, so July 12th it is. It seems a long way off still, but something tells me I should begin packing now. Okay, it was Megan. She said, "Start packing NOW!" and I agree. We don't have a TON of stuff, but it's going to be a busy Spring and Summer, and I figure the sooner we start getting ready the better.
I'm of course THRILLED that VLV is merely 6 days away, but I'm also a little nervous about sharing a room with Gillian & Alison. I haven't had "roomies" in years, especially not the girl kind. I'm going to do my best not to hog the bathroom and stay out of everyone's way, but I can't promise that everything will always go smoothly. I suffer from "Beautification Panic Syndrome". No, it's not a REAL syndrome, but it's a very real occurrence in my life. I have my outfit planned, I'm nearly done with my hair and makeup, and then all of a sudden... Breakdown. Something in my brain tells me everything has gone wrong. I have TOO MUCH MAKEUP ON, or NOT ENOUGH. My boobs are too big in this dress...Why is my ass so FLAT? What the hell is that spot on my shoe? ACK ACK ACK!!!!
This usually happens about 15 minutes before it's time to go. I've tried to prepare by planning my outfits way in advance and practicing my hair and makeup, but you never can tell. There is bound to be at least one day where everything goes horribly awry. It's just statistics. That is why I am planning on packing my Emergency Kit (Gin, a high ball, and a tiny bottle of vermouth to stand next to the glass). If I freak out (like the little mouse on Alice In Wonderland who gets jam spread on his nose to calm him) I ask that someone make me a stiff drink. That usually helps. If that doesn't work, the kit will also have a large rubber mallet. You know what to do.
In other news, we decided to plan our move for the weekend before Matt & Gemma's wedding, so July 12th it is. It seems a long way off still, but something tells me I should begin packing now. Okay, it was Megan. She said, "Start packing NOW!" and I agree. We don't have a TON of stuff, but it's going to be a busy Spring and Summer, and I figure the sooner we start getting ready the better.
I'm of course THRILLED that VLV is merely 6 days away, but I'm also a little nervous about sharing a room with Gillian & Alison. I haven't had "roomies" in years, especially not the girl kind. I'm going to do my best not to hog the bathroom and stay out of everyone's way, but I can't promise that everything will always go smoothly. I suffer from "Beautification Panic Syndrome". No, it's not a REAL syndrome, but it's a very real occurrence in my life. I have my outfit planned, I'm nearly done with my hair and makeup, and then all of a sudden... Breakdown. Something in my brain tells me everything has gone wrong. I have TOO MUCH MAKEUP ON, or NOT ENOUGH. My boobs are too big in this dress...Why is my ass so FLAT? What the hell is that spot on my shoe? ACK ACK ACK!!!!
This usually happens about 15 minutes before it's time to go. I've tried to prepare by planning my outfits way in advance and practicing my hair and makeup, but you never can tell. There is bound to be at least one day where everything goes horribly awry. It's just statistics. That is why I am planning on packing my Emergency Kit (Gin, a high ball, and a tiny bottle of vermouth to stand next to the glass). If I freak out (like the little mouse on Alice In Wonderland who gets jam spread on his nose to calm him) I ask that someone make me a stiff drink. That usually helps. If that doesn't work, the kit will also have a large rubber mallet. You know what to do.
posted by saucybritches at
4/03/2008 10:01:00 PM
4 Comments:
Above all else, it's a vacation. There are only a few events that have a specific start time, and if you're running late... well, I'd rather not use the mallet, because you'll just be more difficult to drag. And under no circumstances, conscious or not, am I letting you miss the burlesque show.
Ok, so this might not be useful or welcome AT ALL, but I want to give you my perspective. I'm influenced by your past blog (regarding dorkiness in highschool and that stupid boy who said mean things whom I'd like to hit in the stomach) to tell you this: YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN!!! Even AND especially when you are camping, or resting in Pjs at night, or just woke up. So when you do your hair & makeup, put on your dresses and heels, you are EXQUISITE. At the moment of panic...remember that you are gorgeous!!! It was a blessing that you went through a dorky-feeling stage in highschool...it has made you into the sweet, humble beauty that you are. Let go of that young girl...you are a lovely WOMAN now. Love you sweetie! Have a BLAST in Vegas!!!!! Love, Lena
I was under the impression that you had convinced Tim to go with you. Have a great girls weekend in Vegas (I'm sure they'll talk you through any last minute freak outs).
aw, thanks guys. :) The good news is, I feel great about almost everything I'm packing. The bad news is, my vintage bathing suit gives me "back ass". * sigh *
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