But that is neither here nor there. That saying does not actually make sense right now, but I felt like throwing it in.
In addition to working/school, I also agreed to cat sit 6 cats. I like cats, a lot. But, can you imagine how much number deux 6 cats produces?! It's nuts, I tell ya! Nuts. The cat sitting was a two week ordeal. Only 2 of the 6 cats are allowed to go outside. Of course, one of the cats that goes outside is named Stella which causes me to literally yell "Stella! Stella!" as I search for her around the yard. Ridiculous.
So, cat sitting takes awhile because there's the poop, the food, the petting, and the occasional game of string. The other weekend it sort of made me late to my friend's wedding. I went over to check on the cats and it took a long time, as usual. Though, in this case, it was because the cat lady's daughter was there so I talked to her about life plans. That's a whole different story.
My friend is texting me, asking when I'm going to show up for the wedding and I write back something about the cats. Then I hit the highway.
It is supposed to take around two and a half hours to get to the wedding venue. I-90 folks. Not good. I'm talking 0-20 miles an hour for two hours or so. Finally! A break in the traffic, and I'm not gonna lie, I try to make up for lost time. I'm speeding, just a little. I get pulled over. I get pulled over listening to Frank Sinatra. I've never been pulled over before. I was kind of proud that I actually got across all of the lanes and made a full stop. The police guy was nice enough. He asked me how fast I was going. As usual, I can't lie...."Ah, 78?" He said I was going 84. Oops. But honestly, who doesn't go 84 these days?! It's crazy out there on the road! The man actually reduced my fee to $100 which was quite nice of him. Here's the problem though: I can't find the ticket! I can't find the ticket! Who loses their speeding ticket?! This is what I get for trying to organize!
The wedding starts at 5pm and it is already 4:42 and I am not even at the exit yet. And I still have to change since I'm wearing my Sherlock Holmes shark shirt-a shark that is dressed as Sherlock Holmes??!! It doesn't get any better than that! Part of me considers not even going because to be honest, I'm feeling quite a hot mess. Still, I rally. I'm already there and this is a good friend and other lovely people will be there.
I arrive at the wedding at 5:30. AKA when the bride and groom are walking up the stairs to the lobby area of the mansion/hotel/venue that I just walked into. I sink into a chair and cover my face trying to be invisible. Of course, this not work and I end up hugging my friend, Sarah, the lovely bride, and saying congratulations and mumbling something.
The reception comes and there is food and dancing, both of which I very much enjoy. I'm talking to one of Sarah's friends and she is going on about how she hates it when people where white to a wedding. And then she looks down at me. "Oh, not you though!" This is when I realized that I wore white to a wedding. In my defense, there were polka dots on my dress, tiny maybe, but they were there. Tell me people, who the hell shows up late to their friend's wedding AND wears a white dress?! Oh, that would be me. No big deal. The speeding ticket has to count for something though, right? Like, my dedication to the cause???
My friend Cruz and I immediately hit up the DJ, requesting "Feelin' on Your Booty" by R. Kelly and "Rich Girl" by Hall and Oates AKA MUST HAVE JAMS! The DJ promises that he will play both. Hours go by. Hours. No songs. Cruz goes up and requests a song with a Latin beat so her and a dude can break out their mad Salsa dancing skills. The DJ plays the song immediately. The DJ also plays Usher's "DJ's Got Us Falling In Love" and is SO into it. It's as if he believes the song-that he really is making people fall in love. I think he takes pride in this Usher hit. In fact, I know it. It should also be noted that there was a six year-old girl at the wedding who was a dancing machine. At first, I was sort of impressed, but also kind of like, who does this girl think she is? She is taking up the whole dance floor! I want to dance battle her! It is difficult to dance battle in some dresses may I add. But, eventually, I gave in and decided to be a mature adult and dance with her instead of against her. I gotta admit, she did have some mad skills. Her signature move, the piano leg, consisted of her flipping one leg up across the other one and playing the piano on it. It was very impressive and it caught on fast. Finally, after a few more visits to the DJ, he gave in and played my requested songs. He said something about how he always intended to play the songs, but there was no place to "fit them in". No place to fit in R. Kelly? No place to fit in Hall and Oates? C'est impossible! I tell ya, "Feelin' on Your Booty" was SOMETHING OUT THERE! Cruz, Ca$h and I gettin' down. Everyone else seemed kind of confused. I have no idea why....
