The Single Gal goes to (another) wedding

The wedding this weekend was truly lovely. I have to admit that due to recent (medical) events I was a little grumpy about driving down to Oregon, but I sucked it up, traffic wasn't bad, and even if it was, I wouldn't have missed this wedding for the world; I had a spectacular time.

And I did not have a date.

I have gone solo to many weddings. Swingin' it on the solo side forces you to talk to people and I love meeting new people. A good thing, in my book.

Of course, there were hilarious self-imposed debacles over the course of the weekend. Let me bust them out...

1. I brought my dog with me to Oregon because I have begged too many people to dog sit for me in the past 3 months and I was too lazy to take Daisy to get her kennel shot. Therefore, with Daisy in tow, I got to stay not in the deluxe and fab locale of the wedding, but in lovely Travelodge. Which was surrounded by barbed wire. Daisy didn't like the Travelodge. She paced constantly, and if I left the room for one second, she FREAKED out. So, I had to sneak her into the NO PETS NO PETS NO PETS wedding campus. I told her to hide in the car.

2. I made a bad call on my shoes. They were totally cute and they matched my dress... The 9 (my usual size) was too tight, so I tried on the 10. It was dreamy (with my socks... um...duh) so I got the 10. One freaking second out of the car I had to take the shoes off. They were flying everywhere when I tried to walk. One literally flew across the parking lot. Good thing it didn't roll under the car. That would have sucked. So as a result, I learned a valuable shoe lesson -- actually, 2 -- don't buy shoes that are too big for you, and try them on with HOSE. That's why there is a bowl of footies....

3. There was no seating chart for dinner. At first, this caused me an immense amount of anxiety. Where do I sit, am I 11? I knew a few people there, but really didn't want to cling to the guy I dated 10 years ago and his lovely lovely (truly -- they are awesome) wife... so, I just threw my coat down on a random chair and called it good. I think that was the best way to handle it... and was WAAAAAAY better than being stuck with some lame lame yuck yucks at the "singles table" -- goobers a plenty slobbering all over themselves. Wait... am I one of them? Of course, this doesn't happen all the time, but it has and it has been painful. For hours.... I applaud the non-seating chart.

4. Dancing. Oh, the dancing. I love to shake a leg. I wouldn't say I am the most graceful (ha ha ha!), but dancing is fun as hell and I will kick it on the dance floor any time anywhere. I don't even need to be drinking ... unfortunately, my shitty and somewhat broken arm limits my dancing abilities these days, but I generally cannot be stopped. On Saturday there was a fair crop of people out dancing. Good times! I joined them. Whoo hoo! And then I suddenly realized that it was not a group dancing but COUPLE DANCING (to hip hop) and I was the only single person on the dance floor. I laughed about it for a second, then realized that I needed to get out of dodge.

And chatted up some new friends.

The wedding was beautiful, and I was so excited to be there with and for my friends. They are wonderful people, and I congratulate them and wish them all of the best from the bottom of my heart.




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