Can I Tell U What I'm Thinkin' That U Already Know?

Gomez trying to keep her dress up. Look ma, no hands!

So, this weekend has been wonderful and crazy and busy. Tonight I'll just talk about the nuptials I went to on Friday night. My friend and fellow Ottumwan got hitched and had her reception at the Eagles Lodge/Club/Center? or whatever it is. It was a great time.

Gomez had almost all of the guys from our town's rugby team in attendance, so there was no chance in hell that this would be a sedate affair. Thank gawd!

Lucky for all of us, my Girl Crush came back for it. She wore this fetching gown that made her look like a cross between Sandy and Cha Cha DiGregorio. How hot is that?

At some point during the festivities, a guy stopped me and asked me if I dated the guy I used to go out with last Winter. My response was, "Who hasn't?'

"Surprisingly, I haven't," he said. Then he went on to say he knew me, but in a more voyeuristic way. That one guy I dated had given him the link to my blog. He said he used to read it, because he now worked at some fancy schmancy school on the East Coast and it was his only link to Iowa City. I thought it was great and asked him if he wanted to pose for a pic with me and my girl crush, that I would then post on my blog and he said he definitely would.

There was a crazy mix of a bunch of people from different parts of my life. Since the bride was from Ottumwa, one of the guys I graduated with was there and his daughters, who are friends with my daughters, were also in attendance. We laughed about how weird that was, then we bitched a little about how crazy it was that our parenting has boiled down to becoming glorified chauffers and money dispensers.

My former classmate's son was a fiend on the dance floor. I couldn't get enough of watching him break dancing and doing the worm across the floor. Eventually, my classmate's wife came up to me and said, "Jeez! Who's kid is that?" I asked her where he got his mad skillz and she said he had three older sisters who taught him everything he knows.

The DJ was okay, but luckily my Girl Crush was there to suggest better dance songs. We were surprised, but they even had Prince's "Pussy Control" - the song the girl's pool league has adopted as their theme song.

By the end of the night, the dance floor turned into a giant mosh pit, and I couldn't have been happier. I had never been to wedding where there was a mosh pit before. I think it's a tradition everyone should uphold.

I've Seen them Dancin', To Hell With Romancin'

So, here's the happy couple from the wedding I went to. No, wait.


Now, here's the happy couple from my girl crush's wedding. Although, if my girl crush's groom left her for my favorite bartender S., that would mean that both of their wives would be open and look how good I look with S.'s gorgeous lady:


And then there's always me and my girl crush:

Yeah. This is all sounding a little too Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice for my blog... So, hey. What was the Saturday Scavenger Hunt word for this week again? Oh, that's right, it's refreshed. So, lets refresh this post and start over.

I took both Thursday and Friday nights to relax and recoup so I'd be all refreshed for Girl Crush's wedding on Saturday night. Of course, that meant that I had exactly one beer on Friday night and then came home and apparently the minute I walked in my door, all the fun started. I got texted a few times telling me to get my ass down to a bar because all the cool kids were there. Shit. I was already in my jammies watching Superbad for the 3rd time, so I wasn't going anywhere.

It was just a damn good thing that there was even more fun on Saturday night when I went out to play. Look how refreshed I am in the above picture. Ahhhhhh!

Here is a picture of me in my daughter's Homecoming dress and my other daughter's Homecoming shoes.

The other important business I wanted to talk about in this post was my wedding attire. Stinky bought a dress last month for Homecoming already, because she loved it and there was only one. Turns out, I loved it too and since I didn't have anything else to wear, I agreed to pay for half if I could wear it to the wedding first. Stinky was all kinds of interested in that, so that's what I wore...That and Coadster's silver and white strappy sandals from Homecoming last year. It's just a damn good thing that my girls go to semi-formal dances, or I wouldn't have anything to wear to weddings.

With or Without Your Best Intentions

Okay, kids. Here's the dealio. I started this post last night, but then there were all kinds of crazy thunderstorms and we always turn-off and unplug our computer when there's lightning dancing around outside. So, now I'm going to write this in the morning.

What did I do last night? Well, I'm glad you asked. When I got home from work, I reserved all the camping spots and motels for our vacation. I had been waiting a bit, because of the wildfires, but then there was only a week left and I wanted to make sure there were spaces available.

Then I got a text from my friend K. telling me to come meet them. I thought about it, but I was too tired and just wanted to stay home with my girls. So, I called her back and they were at George's eating cheeseburgers and drinking beer, and even that couldn't get me out of my house, so I wussed out and stayed in with my girls and watched a little bit of the Rock Honors Tribute to The Who and then we watched that literary girl movie where Anne Hathaway plays Jane Austen, and then I went to bed. As far as I was concerned, I couldn't have spent my evening any better.

So, hey. Guess who's getting married on Saturday? That's right. My girl crush is. She was supposed to jump the broom at the student union, but since it's all gross and flooded and probably stinky and full of mold spores, they moved it to a better location on campus. I cannot wait. My girl crush, being my girl crush, is all about the dorky dancing too, so it should be crazy good times.

Plus, look at those two crazy, whacky/unpredictable kids:


Could you even imagine them NOT having a fun wedding? I know. Me either.

As a side note: Mr Awesome texted and called me a few weeks back (when he was sober, for the first time) to see if I would hang out with him if he came to visit me the weekend after the Fourth. I told him I had plans that weekend. My wedding date guy had already said he was coming up for the hippie fest thingy. Since the wedding date guy had already proved to me that he was willing to make an effort and be consistent and fun and treat me very, very well, I sure as hell wasn't about to throw him over the side for Mr Awesome who was fast becoming Mr HitandRun guy.

So, I told Mr Awesome that if he wanted to see me, he could come the following weekend and be my date for Girl Crush's wedding. He said that would work and we had this great, long phone conversation, and then I haven't heard from him since. His loss. His name has officially been changed to Mr HitandRun and I'll be attending this wedding solo. Which, if I remember junior high and high school dances correctly, is always way better because you're free to hang with your awesome girly friends and aren't stuck trying to entertain a guy who may or may not be all that much fun.

Have a great weekend. I hope you all have as much fun as possible whether you go places by yourself, or with a greatly significant other.