First of all, don’t forget to post your opinion on my previous entry. It’s an important matter that needs debating.
Today was a nerve-wrecking packing day. I had to stuff in my suitcase a bride maid’s dress, a rehearsal dinner dress, a bachelorette party dress, a beach dress, classy work clothes and all the shoes required to go along with each. Needless to say I had to sit on my suitcase to close it.
On my way to Logan, I listened to how the cab driver, a warm-hearted black woman in her 50’s, married her high school sweet-heart after not having seen him for 35 years. I was so absorbed by her story that I told her I was flying Jet Blue, queued to check in and came out of my day dreaming when the lady at the counter informed me that I was flying Delta - all the way down in Terminal A. So I dragged my big suitcase, my heavy computer bag and my bag full of shoes across the airport.
Off to New York.
My PR agency has booked me for a media tour. A tour of the glamorous magazine publishers in New York. The experience consists of me hauling a huge bag full of shoes from one editor to another; bragging about how my shoes can trim and tone legs and buttocks; hopping into cabs; feeling completely unglamorous at the end of the day. If you have seen the Devil Wears Prada, you know what I mean. Then in 4 months time hopefully, these magazines will write great reviews on my wonder shoes.
A couple of days of that and I’ll be heading South to my beloved city of Charleston. Chuck-Town baby. Number 4 out of my 5 party college crew is getting married. Even number 5 has a boyfriend now. I’m totally lagging behind. I have no prospect in sight. Only my ex from a year ago still clogging my mind.
Of course, marriage is not a goal in itself. I am doing great on my own. Blablabla. I have to stop kidding myself, it’d be nice to have a man in my life. And apparently, according to 4 Weddings and a Funeral, there is no place like weddings to meet guys. (Hopefully one wedding will be enough).
So I got P-R-E-P-A-R-E-D: Manicure, pedicure, eye-brow waxing, tanning bed, self-tanning cream, 5 personal training sessions - the whole nine yard.
Boys better watch out. Swiss Hero is ready. (Except for the raccoon eye-brows. See, I got my eye-brows waxed and went to the tanning salon immediately after. I am experiencing a slight redness around the eye-brows – sexy!)
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