Weekend wedding

Awesome weekend in Mountain Home! Heather's wedding was beautiful, and the reception was a lot of fun. Now back to the old grind...

Why can't we be friends?

Those of you who've been following the Drivel more than a couple of years may remember the infamous "friend of friend," the boy I talked myself into being attracted to who, in turn, told me he wasn't attracted to me. Yeah, it's been two years, but I'm still mad about it.

Why are there so many men who find me unattractive? Seriously, what's up with that?

Before LB wasn't into me, FOF wasn't into me.

This weekend I'm in Mountain Home for a wedding shower for my friend. As in the latter "friend" in "friend of friend." And guess who was here... FOF.

I'm happy to report that I was the bigger person (although he was literally the bigger person) and said hello. He gave me a blank stare. He obviously didn't recognize me because he had no idea I would be at the party.

Later, however, he found it necessary to corner me to chit chat about what I was up to, how I liked my job, how I was... Thankfully some other guy rescued me and I was able to avoid a long conversation.

Because yeah, I'm still not into him, but I'm still mad he's not into me. I'm petty like that.

Hop, skip and a wait

As of 1:15 a.m. this morning, I'm back home. Man, yesterday was a L-O-N-G day. I woke up at 4:30 a.m., got dressed and checked out of the hotel, flew from Tulsa to Dallas, Dallas to Lubbock, got a rental, and had three hours to kill until the wedding. After a frantic cardigan search (because really, my arms are unattractive) and lunch at Olive Garden, I made it to the church.

I'm so happy I went to the wedding. Not only was it a great chance to see old friends (even some who live by me), the ceremony was gorgeous and very Brooke. Fun music, great clothes, and a candy buffet to fill up bags as our wedding favors. I can't believe Brooke's married! I've known that girl since she was a freshman in college. It does seem like three lifetimes ago that we met at the gym at 5:30 a.m. every morning. I have the arms to prove it!



After the reception I had a couple of more hours to kill, so I drove around dirt-filled west Texas (really... why do 215K people live in Lubbock?... see proof below) and utilized my GPS to find a scary gas station to fill up the rental with 1.22 gallons of gas (a cool $3 worth). My flight to Dallas was smooth, but after a three-hour layover and mediocre Mexican food in the airport, we sat on the tarmack in Big D for an hour. Thankfully it was my last flight, I had change for the tolls, and no checked luggage to wait on (or to pay for... that's quite a racket, American Airlines!).



Now I'm home, trying to sleep off exhaustion and looking forward to a day off tomorrow. No more Monday work days until July! Woo-hoo!