What to do with a rainy day?

This past Saturday my social calendar was over booked. And then ended up being a dud...

So first of all it was the National Book Festival and my life idol Paula Deen was going to be there signing books.

Then I found out my dear friend Kristen was coming in town from NYC and wanted to meet up.

Then my best friend Michelle decided she wanted to celebrate her birthday at the Octoberfest at National Harbor. And then go to the "Party Mansion" for an evening of fun.

But my other best girl friend Tarah, also requested my help in preparing for her impending wedding.

So with much angst I decided to forgo meeting Paula Deen, and attend Octoberfest for Michelle's Birthday...because birthdays are special...and my darling husband was much more excited about drinking beer, than waiting in line to meet Paula Deen.

But then my friend Kristen called to tell me she was at the Book Festival and wanted to meet up. :-( so I missed her.

Then we met up with Michelle and Jeremy and decided that since it was raining that we didn't want to go to Octoberfest. :-( So we ended up going to a sports bar to watch the Wake Forest football game. Which was fun... but Wake lost... so not really fun.

So atleast we had a chance to sorta celebrate Michelle's birthday...but over all the rain ruined all my plans...and I didn't get to fill up my social calendar at all.

Be careful what you think in church...

So my dear friend Marty got baptized into the Catholic Church last night. (The things we will do for love). And I am very happy for him. I gathered with 12 other people to see he rebirth as a Christian man- or as his fiance called it "Becoming a real boy."

So we get to the church and I was told the service would be 20 minutes. That is one thing I appreciate the Catholics, they get it done efficiently. You are in and out and on your way in no time flat.

Unfortunately, the priest was the slowest talker ever! We are talking REALLY slow. I even messed up the Lord's Prayer because I was sooo distracted by how slow he was leading the prayer. So the whole thing took over an hour. Sigh... it was painful. So I am commenting to my friend about how slow he spoke as we were leaving the church...when my other friend Tarah comes up and tells me the poor man has a brain tumor and that is why he speaks so slowly.

Now, I just feel awful. I am surprised God didn't strike me down right there on the spot, for speaking poorly of a man of the cloth. I guess God is just trying to teach me patience this week...and to keep my ignorant mouth shut.

Always Apply Lipstick Before Leaving the House

I have always lived by the maxim, you should always look your best whenever you are outside your home. I was not one of those girls who wore pajamas to class in college. A casual day for me was jeans and t-shirt, with perfectly quaffed hair. I ALWAYS make sure I look together when I leave the house, even if it is to walk the dog or run to the store to pick up milk. If you are in public, you should look your best.

The reason for this....you never know who you will run into. And you don't want to see a client, old friends, or ex looking like a hot mess.

Last night was a perfect example of this. I went to a small cocktail party, where my girl date ditched me. I didn't know a soul there...but that has never stopped me from socializing. When across the courtyard I recognize this girl. It turns out it is my old neighbor Amy, who moved away when I was 10 years old. I have not seen this girl since! Fortunately, I had a really cute outfit on. Unfortunately, I had not looked at the weather report, and it was 85 degrees outside and I was wearing a sweater. So I ended up all sweaty and grimy. Ick. Not the impression you want to give a girl who you haven't seen in 15 years.

I wanted to come off polished and perfect...and instead I looked uninformed and icky.

So I repeat, always look your best. Be on your A game...because you never know who is watching.

On a more pleasant note, it was nice to catch up with an old friend. I am not sure I will see her any more than around the JLW...but my mother got a kick out the story.