Sometimes you just need time
It is no secret that the past few months have been a bit hectic in my life. With moving and summer and having a small country living under your roof, one's feathers can be easily ruffled sometimes. But this weekend seemed to be exactly what I needed to ground me a little more. There's something to be said for making a decision, whether good or bad and just sticking to it. Sometimes, we just have to let go of certain things and move on with others. And sometimes, making that choice means you can finally let go and enjoy what life has to offer. Doing so allowed me to actually have one of the greatest weekends I have had in a long time.
Let's begin with Saturday night in NYC. We start with z-fiancee and the designer gallivanting around the city shopping (particularly at Macy's). It has been a while since I have treated myself to a fine assortment of shoes such as this. It has been not so long since have purchased a pair. In fact, I think I bought about 4 pair this week! There are places for people like me. They usually start off with introductions like "Hello, my name is blah, blah and I am a shoe addict". Anyway, a few hours later, z-fiancee headed back to the Nutmeg state and a few more lady friends joined the party.
Off to Culture Club---a fine evening if you're into reliving your youth and dancing like an idiot remembering the days of the side-ponytail and tight-rolled pants. However, do not confuse this with the ability to have fun. There was plenty of fun to be had. We were even treated to a delightful rendition of Culture Club music by a Boy George look-alike. yeah--now who's the lucky gal? I thought so. The one think that is not so enjoyable: buying new shoes--very cute shoes I might add--and having such beverages as a "Top Gun" or "Purple Rain" spilled all over them. I like Purple Rain as much as the next guy but only when it is playing on the radio and only IN THE CUP. So learn how to hold your drinks, people.
Onto Sunday. My jacked up friend's ("The Rock"), younger brother got married. This makes me feel old. Well, one of the things that makes me feel old. The wedding was beautiful and it was such an amazing event. I can't believe this boy I have known since he was 11 is married! Man, where have the years gone? And finally after a few months of being a little pre-occupied with the bazillion other things that were going on in my head, I started getting excited about my wedding day too. I finally started to realize that through the good and the bad, this man was the one always standing by me. He was the one who never turned away, always had the time and even when I was weak, remained stronger than I have ever given him credit for. And we danced.
I haven't had such a great weekend in a very long time. and as I laid in bed last night I felt happier than I have in months. Happy, because he was there, happy because I know where we were headed and happy because I had finally realized that the things I contemplated being important, don't have to be worked at. You don't have to find time for them or schedule them in or bug someone about trying to find the time to make it happen because when you love someone that much, the way we love each other, I guess no matter how rough it can get at times, it's the moments you dance you know it makes it all worth while.
Let's begin with Saturday night in NYC. We start with z-fiancee and the designer gallivanting around the city shopping (particularly at Macy's). It has been a while since I have treated myself to a fine assortment of shoes such as this. It has been not so long since have purchased a pair. In fact, I think I bought about 4 pair this week! There are places for people like me. They usually start off with introductions like "Hello, my name is blah, blah and I am a shoe addict". Anyway, a few hours later, z-fiancee headed back to the Nutmeg state and a few more lady friends joined the party.
Off to Culture Club---a fine evening if you're into reliving your youth and dancing like an idiot remembering the days of the side-ponytail and tight-rolled pants. However, do not confuse this with the ability to have fun. There was plenty of fun to be had. We were even treated to a delightful rendition of Culture Club music by a Boy George look-alike. yeah--now who's the lucky gal? I thought so. The one think that is not so enjoyable: buying new shoes--very cute shoes I might add--and having such beverages as a "Top Gun" or "Purple Rain" spilled all over them. I like Purple Rain as much as the next guy but only when it is playing on the radio and only IN THE CUP. So learn how to hold your drinks, people.
Onto Sunday. My jacked up friend's ("The Rock"), younger brother got married. This makes me feel old. Well, one of the things that makes me feel old. The wedding was beautiful and it was such an amazing event. I can't believe this boy I have known since he was 11 is married! Man, where have the years gone? And finally after a few months of being a little pre-occupied with the bazillion other things that were going on in my head, I started getting excited about my wedding day too. I finally started to realize that through the good and the bad, this man was the one always standing by me. He was the one who never turned away, always had the time and even when I was weak, remained stronger than I have ever given him credit for. And we danced.
I haven't had such a great weekend in a very long time. and as I laid in bed last night I felt happier than I have in months. Happy, because he was there, happy because I know where we were headed and happy because I had finally realized that the things I contemplated being important, don't have to be worked at. You don't have to find time for them or schedule them in or bug someone about trying to find the time to make it happen because when you love someone that much, the way we love each other, I guess no matter how rough it can get at times, it's the moments you dance you know it makes it all worth while.
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