Busy Sunday and the Real World

As you may or may not have noticed, we've got a new look going on here at Sandra Dee Dates. Hope y'all like it. I wanted something a bit more ... I dunno ... girlie. Which, contrary to my sidebar references to farthing and eating peanut butter out of a jar, I am rather girlie.

SO. This weekend was rather uneventful, which was just what this tired girl needed after a busy week full of work, socializing and gym frequenting.

Heh. Then came Sunday. Jam packed full of a wedding shower and a work commitment.

With every intention of attending church and the new Bible study that I've been enjoying so much, I just didn't think I could squeeze it in before the wedding shower for a sorority sister.

Time out. Let's talk about all of the people I know who are getting married this year.

Nineteen.

Ahem. Let me repeat that. I don't think those in back heard.

NINETEEN. PEOPLE. GETTING. MARRIED. THIS. YEAR.

I'm not going to all of the ceremonies, and some of them I don't even know well enough to figure out a really good gift for 'em. But that's a heck of a lot of friends to be gettin' hitched in one year.

Now don't get me wrong. I love me a good wedding. Chatting with old friends, eating divine food, and dancing the night away. And an open bar makes it all that much better.

I guess it just hasn't sunk in yet that I'm old enough for this to all be happening. Yikes! And to think that one day it might be me?! Double yikes! Not to mention the fact that my coworker, who has been married for two years now and is one year older than I am, is building a house with her doctor husband. Triple yikes! What happened to the keggers, cold pizza, crap-hole apartments and scrounging the car for loose change?!

The life that once surrounded me in the college world has been replaced with a real world full of weddings, houses, bigger paychecks, babies and IRAs. WTF?!

But I digress.

The wedding shower was adorable -- it was a scrapbook party! -- but I had to skeedattle half-an-hour into the whole shin dig. I had to go to a baseball game for work.

Yes. I got paid to go to a baseball game, man a booth full of our promotional items and promote tourism in my state. I freakin' love my job.

I left the game four hours later, sweaty and hot, tired and worn out. But my boss gave me tomorrow morning off, so I'm looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow.

After a long hot shower, I am listening to some beautiful Nellie McKay and am ready for dinner.

Now. Where's that cold pizza...

*edit* I HATE Blogger spellcheck! It doesn't even recognize "sidebar" or "girlie." Sigh.