excursion
Last nite I took the redeye from Philly to Atlanta to Amsterdam (oh airline geography) after five days in the States for Erin’s wedding. The wedding was beautiful and shit! Erin got married!
Personally I think the whole affair was an elaborate ruse to get me into the pink dress that I was required to wear as a bride’s maid. My Amsterdam friends really laughed their asses off about that one, since they’ve really only seen me in knee high black Docs.
Being back in the northeast for five days was exceedingly strange. First there was the sudden return of familiar yet distant artifacts: highway driving, Dairy Queen, green money. Then there was the whole shift in self-awareness. This happens during every trip to Philly because when I visit my parents, my mom inevitably needs to make helpful suggestions about which new clothing, hairstyles, and lipsticks might greatly improve my life. But on this trip in particular I was surrounded by a bride and her wedding party, all beautiful fashionable people who have a lot to say about handbag designers, makeup colors, bodyhair removal, and hemlines. And although I am a self-confident person, it still takes a certain amount of energy to hear someone say, “I can’t go out until I put on some cream for my eye puffiness!” and not think, I’m not wearing cream for eye puffiness and last night I slept in an airplane. And I know that this is just not something I care about and that that is ok, but it’s easier to remember in Oregon where dressing up means wearing the black fleece.
In any case, as I said, the wedding was beautiful and so was the bride. But to be honest I didn’t care about that either. I cared that she married a great guy, and they love each other, and also the wedding was FUN. Dancing, cupcakes, old friends.
And then I got back in a plane, flew back to Atlanta, back to Amsterdam. I made collages from the inflight magazine and listened to country music on my complimentary headphones. The program was hosted by Big & Rich (of Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy fame, as I’m sure you’re aware).
And they lived Happily Ever After.
Personally I think the whole affair was an elaborate ruse to get me into the pink dress that I was required to wear as a bride’s maid. My Amsterdam friends really laughed their asses off about that one, since they’ve really only seen me in knee high black Docs.
Being back in the northeast for five days was exceedingly strange. First there was the sudden return of familiar yet distant artifacts: highway driving, Dairy Queen, green money. Then there was the whole shift in self-awareness. This happens during every trip to Philly because when I visit my parents, my mom inevitably needs to make helpful suggestions about which new clothing, hairstyles, and lipsticks might greatly improve my life. But on this trip in particular I was surrounded by a bride and her wedding party, all beautiful fashionable people who have a lot to say about handbag designers, makeup colors, bodyhair removal, and hemlines. And although I am a self-confident person, it still takes a certain amount of energy to hear someone say, “I can’t go out until I put on some cream for my eye puffiness!” and not think, I’m not wearing cream for eye puffiness and last night I slept in an airplane. And I know that this is just not something I care about and that that is ok, but it’s easier to remember in Oregon where dressing up means wearing the black fleece.
In any case, as I said, the wedding was beautiful and so was the bride. But to be honest I didn’t care about that either. I cared that she married a great guy, and they love each other, and also the wedding was FUN. Dancing, cupcakes, old friends.
And then I got back in a plane, flew back to Atlanta, back to Amsterdam. I made collages from the inflight magazine and listened to country music on my complimentary headphones. The program was hosted by Big & Rich (of Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy fame, as I’m sure you’re aware).
And they lived Happily Ever After.
posted by tortaluga at 8:14 PM
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