Trying NOT to Take the "Whee" Out of Wedding

Whatta week! I've come to work with a hangover more days than not, but nothing tops Monday; it was awful! I actually took a nap in the women's restroom on one of those cots you find in nurses offices at high schools. (And was I ever in love with that cot on Monday.) But I got to hang out with a former Seguinie Weenie, and we drank a bunch of beer in Austin. I kinda feel bad b/c this guy, Adrian, is really into working out and eating right; he's OK w/the beer part. At some point I realize I have GOT to eat something, so I order a veggie pizza, which he won't touch. Then I bring on the big guns: queso! If there's a person who can resist queso, I haven't met them! Anyway, thanks to Adrian for the laughs, and my apologies for all the extra calories. When you win your marathon and/or triathlon, you can wear a sign that says "No thanks to Aimee" :-)

I'm off to Colorado for the weekend to attend a wedding. I have to admit that I'm not very excited about the trip. Hear me out! I've been traveling a lot in the past 2 months, and away from my house in general. Flying to Denver, then driving 3 hrs. to Mt. Princeton Resort, and doing the same thing 2 days later just isn't sounding appealing. Well…actually, just typing that now did give me a little thrill. I'm sure it'll be fun; Colorado is beautiful and I'm always down for an adventure. Plus, I'm the boss of me this weekend-no need to confer w/any travel buddies (yes Katie, this means YOU!). Ha ha!

I guess the truth of the matter is that I'm just not into weddings. I've only had a good time at one wedding (1), and most of Leslie's friends remind of the mean girls from junior high. But Leslie and I have been through a lot; I can't help but think of our playing the "wedding game" at the tender age of 14. We'd lock ourselves in her closet (so our deepest hopes and desires wouldn't see the light of day, lest they escape forever) and planned our weddings. I believe either Bell Biv Devoe or New Kids on the Block was going to play the reception at her wedding, and I wanted Guns N' Roses for mine. Our dresses were going to be outlandishly poofy, and our trains would rival Princess Di's. I'm sure we were going to marry one of the Coreys, or some of the "too kool for skool" losers that went to school with us. Larry Lewis, John Heil, or yes….you guessed it: Clayton Salmon. So now it's 2007 and Leslie probably could afford to have Bell Biv Devoe at her reception, so I am committed to seeing how it all turns out: the Wedding Game Finale.

Something I am looking forward to is next weekend in Padre! If ONE MORE person asks me if I'm Mexicana…..!! Happened again yesterday! I KNOW! I NEED A TAN! Geez…. Originally I asked my friend Eric if he wanted to join me in Padre, but we haven't been able to connect, which is a shame b/c I always have a fun time with him. I hope that it still comes to pass, but plan B is Jana coming in for some R&R, and plan C is me, Jana, and Eric getting drunk and fishing off the back porch, 'cause there are plenty of beds to go around, and plan D (my least favorite of them all) is me and Rootimer rockin' Padre on our own. As long as I stop getting asked if my parents are both Hispanic, which they ARE, I'll be doing all right.

And hey, if the plane goes down, or I drive too fast in Denver: Rootie goes to Grandma, the house goes to my Dad, and Ayla gets the rest to pay for college (b/c I know my brother can more than provide for my nephews). Katie, you can have my stapler. :-)