This past weekend was a whirlwind. As you can see, the Boss Man (which is the name I have just now christened the man-spouse with when he is wearing a tuxedo) and I went to a wedding. <Insert shout out to the newlyweds who are now on their Hawaiian honeymoon!> Because my better half was a groomsman, we were involved in every part of the festivities. Every. Part. Which made for a long weekend-- a fun weekend-- but a long one.
Here's the thing, okay? I'm awkward. Like not in a conversation so much (well sometimes in a conversation, I suppose), but sometimes in large group settings or anytime that I don't really serve a purpose... I get awkward. I thought for a teensy second as I wrote this that I haven't always been this way, but I really have. Dangit. For example (and this just happens to be a conversation example, unfortunately...), once upon a time a guy asked me out on what I thought was a pity-date, so during the date I tried to let him know how much it was okay if he wasn't really into me by talking up a gal pal of mine and even suggesting that they get together sometime. Awkward (sorry dude-who-shall-not-be-named). But you see, I was confused as to my purpose on that date and was therefore--AWKWARD.
I confess this to help clarify the wedding festivities situation for you. Clint was a groomsman; I was a groomsman's wife. Clint grew up with the husband-to-be and 1/4 of the people in the room. I grew up with no one in the room. Not even with Clint. And to make the matter slightly more awkward, I was wearing my tallest heels and Clint was barefoot. I looked like a giant. And Clint's not even a short person. I really am just a giant. A GIANT I TELL YA!
Anyways, anywhere the groomsmen went the day of the wedding, that's where you could find me, walking 10 steps behind and looking like a total creeper. And sweating because it was literally hot enough to melt my face off. (And when I say literally, I promise it is not a misnomer. It really did melt my face off. Hence the lack of pictures of me at the wedding.)
Don't even get me started on my awkwardness as the reception. I didn't know whether to mingle with Clint's old guy friends, excuse myself to go chat with the "old" married women club in the back, or dance it up with the groomsman whose spouse was out of town but didn't have anywhere else to mingle except on the dance floor. I opted to do a little bit of each. Except I only danced when Clint could dance. Didn't want to appear any more awkward than I did already.
But upon reflection I have determined that next time I am in an awkward situation, I will simply do all in my power to make it awesome. Awkward and awesome, as Clint likes to say.
So my goal from now on is to take every potential run-in with my old companion Awkwardness, give her a little face lift, and rechristen her as Awesomeness.
Starting with some new shades. Which cost me 4 bones on the men's rack at Ross and have the potential to make me look like a female cop trying to be a bad-a (which can be really awkward). But in light of these new realizations about my awkward self, I have chosen to put on my favorite lipstick, fluff up my hair, add a little 60s glam head-scarf action, and let these cheap-o-sunnies make me feel really cool. All the time. Like a drive down the Ortega Highway with the top down. And that is awesome.
Oh oh oh, also this video rocks. It's awesomely awkward, I would say, and totally motivational. Especially if you are currently trying to get off those training wheels...
Any awkward moments all your own this week?
Don't even get me started on my awkwardness as the reception. I didn't know whether to mingle with Clint's old guy friends, excuse myself to go chat with the "old" married women club in the back, or dance it up with the groomsman whose spouse was out of town but didn't have anywhere else to mingle except on the dance floor. I opted to do a little bit of each. Except I only danced when Clint could dance. Didn't want to appear any more awkward than I did already.
But upon reflection I have determined that next time I am in an awkward situation, I will simply do all in my power to make it awesome. Awkward and awesome, as Clint likes to say.
So my goal from now on is to take every potential run-in with my old companion Awkwardness, give her a little face lift, and rechristen her as Awesomeness.
Starting with some new shades. Which cost me 4 bones on the men's rack at Ross and have the potential to make me look like a female cop trying to be a bad-a (which can be really awkward). But in light of these new realizations about my awkward self, I have chosen to put on my favorite lipstick, fluff up my hair, add a little 60s glam head-scarf action, and let these cheap-o-sunnies make me feel really cool. All the time. Like a drive down the Ortega Highway with the top down. And that is awesome.
Oh oh oh, also this video rocks. It's awesomely awkward, I would say, and totally motivational. Especially if you are currently trying to get off those training wheels...
Any awkward moments all your own this week?
it may have been ambivalent before, but now I am positive greatness is within my reach
ReplyDeleteI feel ya on the awkward moments, but I like the resolution to make them awesome. We are who we are, we might as well be proud of it. =]
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