Wednesday, April 29, 2009
I hate it when I forget my camera!
The temperature was in the 80's with a nice subtle breeze. The skies were a perfect shade of blue, not a cloud in sight. You couldn't ask for a better day than this one. It was the type of day that if you were in an awful mood about something, you would snap out of it by stepping outside and taking a deep breath. One of my best friends from New Orleans came up to spend some time with us that weekend. It has been a while since we've seen each other and I was happy that she had planned to come visit and join us at the festival.
The husband and I decided that Saturday would be a good day to bring the babies and that two in the afternoon would be a perfect time to go since the babies would have had their lunch and afternoon nap.That morning we enjoyed breakfast and mimosa on our back patio, we packed the babies bags and the car, which took practically all afternoon long, especially since I'm the kind of mother that must have all the necessary equipment, plus the bathroom sink, in order for me to be at ease.
Earlier that week, I decided I would go shopping and buy me several sundresses that I would wear for the summer. I've been losing so much weight, I suspect from breastfeeding, that shorts make me look like I have chicken legs. Let's just say that "Olive Oil" would look great in a pair of daisy dukes standing next to me.
My friend from New Orleans is a beautiful, voluptuous girl and has great taste in wardrobe, in my opinion. And I knew that she would probably wear something that would make me, basically, want to throw up. As I suspected, she had put on the most beautiful sun dress I've ever seen for the festival! It was enough to want to slap my own Mama! I'm sure it made her feel like a million bucks, and me, a negative ten. Put it to you this way, there was a little demon on my shoulder telling me some crazy idea, that my husband would basically forget he had a wife and two babies and the first chance he got...I won't go any further! Needless to say, I had a meltdown in my closet and by the time I was done trying everything on, I was standing on a mountain of clothes that I decided I would generously give to the poor. Thank God I was able to bring myself out of the dark dreadful depression! My friend had given me something to wear that made me feel slightly better than I did prior to slapping my Mama. She such a good friend! Previously that week, I had called her in distress about the situation I was having and how I was developing a complex about my weight. So she brought me some clothes that didn't fit her, that still had tags on them, and miraculously, fit me perfectly! (Thanks, friend!)
Now, back to the gorgeous day we were having! So when we got to the festival, to my surprise, we were able to find a parking spot right away, which was great because babies at this age have no patience to be driving around looking for parking and neither do I. We began to stroll our babies down to the festival. The breeze felt so nice! I remember thinking to myself how silly it was for me to think of such off-the-wall-shit! I mean, look at what a beautiful day it is! And that breeze, mind the fact that it was blowing my friends dress up from under her every few seconds and showing her fabulous ass! I mean, COME ON! I wish I had my camera with me! I could have taken a great photograph of her standing on a drain! Needless to say, I didn't have a problem with it at all, nor did my husband or any other guy for that matter!
Overall, we had a great time at the festival. We camped out under an oak tree next to some wonderful people that now I consider friends. I just hope we run into each other at another festival so that we can get their number (Thanks for the Jello shots!). I was happy that my best friend could join us too. She is a great friend to have. She has a great sense of humor and that's why I feel that when, or if, she reads this, she'll take it lightly and realize that I really do think the world of her and care for her as though we were sisters. We practically grew up together and I love her to death! I love her sense of style and her charisma. We are there for each other in situations such as this one, that's what friends are for, and fuck it if she can't take a joke! I really wish I had brought my camera with me that day so that we would have taken pictures together! I would have most definitely bragged about them on facebook!