today i have prom hair... or at least that's what i call it... basically it refers to your leftover hair the morning after an event (i.e., wedding, fundraiser, prom).. if you're lazy like me, this hair usually sticks around for at least another 12 hours after the initial event... yes, i realize that's gross... but its kind of nice to wake up and look like you've just breezed in from the salon... any previous frizz our excessive body has been tamed by your pillow and those tight Curly Sue ringlets have calmed into soft waves... come on, lets take a moment to savour this effortlessness.. (or at least pretend that you look as good as i made you sound..)
yesterday i watched yet another friend walk down the isle... the more weddings i attend the more confused i feel about marriage and weddings... i mean, i've been in a long term relationship for over 5 years.. and yet i have no great desire to donne the white dress and parlay down the aisle... maybe i wasn't born with that gene.. to be honest, the idea of so many people staring at me, cameras in hand, freaks the shit out of me... that aside, i'll admit that i genuinely "felt" something as she swished passed me in her layers of silk and tulle... regardless of the setting, there is something meaningful and almost epic in that moment... suddenly we aren't kids any more, dreaming about "growing up".. we are there in living colour...

the rest of the wedding was actually a lot of fun... aside from the genius post-ceremony kosher hot dogs and phad thai.. the amazing George St. Kitt's Orchestra rocked the house better than a Bon Jovi concert (honest).. had it not been Sunday, they would have had to drag me from the dance floor by my Comme Il Faut tango shoes..