Went 2 THAT wedding Saturday.
“We’ll see if I have the charm of my younger days and some beautiful young thing finds me young, thin, handsome, AND irresistible.”
… to my Russian co-worker, who wanted to schedule an early Monday meeting. She looks at me in her deadpan style mitt the thick accent and replies: “I C U. I schedule Monday meeting at 8!”.
After the rehersal dinner, as the Father of the Bride and I were leaving together, three “young” (30-ish) expressed graphically some interest. They must have been querying my “older” friend cause they couldn’t a been talking to me. Outside he and I got a lotta yucks out of that one. I have to go back to repentance again. I’m not sure who exactly came up with the very uncharitable comments — ‘Melanie Griffith” (our code for “Looks like a Working Girl”), “everyone is beautiful at closing time”, and particularly Not Zen like “that 1,000 mile journey can be seen on the your wrinkles”. And those were the bloggable ones.
At the reception, I got razzed about two female guests who expressed interest. One was just a “lost soul” and the other was on the hunt. Thanks to the Sister of the Bride’s Mother, who threw a key block to spring the running buck (me) to complete my run to the door. Yep, still got it. Yeah, I know. All it was, was that I was alive. ROFL!
And, thanks to the Husband of Bride’s Mom’s Sister, who thought it was hysterical to do something like “Hey have you met my friend John” every time “the tigress” cruised by our table. Glad to know my discomfort was SO entertaining. He was just paying me back for scaring him that my “reading” was really four pages long. He thought I was announce my run for Pope. It was a short reading that I reprinted and corrected. (Yeah, a fat old white guy injineer correcting spelling. What’s next? “CHURCH 10●19●62” wins a Pulitzer? More likely a “pull it sir; it blocking real books”!) Maybe I should HAVE read it as written originally from the Bride: “Don Ho Hot Love”! ROFL!!!
Oh well, on to work tomorrow. My Russian co-worker was correct. I’ll be back to the “fun” tomorrow.
If I survive the Beltway traffic?
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The paradigm shift: SOME women saw me as “available”. And, at least, two made no bones about it.
The meme shift: Gone are the days when I can just go to a wedding and relax. Now I know how the chicken feels being chased around the barnyard.
Thanksgiving prayer: Thank you Universe for not making me, or letting me, do a “face plant” on the way to or from that sky platform.
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