To Travel

Ginger Ale and crackers……it’s okay. Not the miracle I was looking for. I’m sleeping about 13 hours a day, on and off. I’m still feeling like crap for the other 11 hours. When I’m not feeling like crap I’m just tired, and when I’m not tired it’s because I am sleeping again.

THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!

My dear friends Ryan and Jill are getting married this weekend and I’m flying to Seattle to be in the wedding.

I’m Ryan’s best man, or best WOOman. And I was so excited about this for so long. It’s obviously a completely awesome title for anyone with lady parts, but also a huge honor. I met Ryan a little over 10 years ago. He was my ex-husband’s best friend. Ryan is the only other person that truly understood the pain involved in watching my ex slowly disintegrate. We were told the same lies, we shed the same tears, we harbored the same anger. It’s like we’re war buddies. It cemented our friendship. And now, a decade later, I get to be his best(woo)man. It’s wonderful.

I’m wearing a halter tuxedo top, a long black skirt (with tuxedo stripes down the sides and a slit up the back) and what was described as an 80s Vintage Punk Tuxedo Jacket.

It’s all wonderful, expect that I feel like POOP.

With the energy of zilcho I will travel, see friends and family, dress up, doll up my daughter to be their flower girl, take part in the ceremony of two people I dearly love, give a speech, and eventually…..if I’m lucky….. come home and pass out.

But if I can manage not to look exhausted in the photographs I’ll be doing okay.