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May 29, 2006
In the Summertime
Summer in Washington, D.C. arrived this weekend. Last Monday I was complaining about having to wear a sweatshirt during my 8 p.m. softball game...today, I'm preparing to face the next twelve weeks as a sweaty mess.
Of course, the heat coincided with an action-packed weekend adventure. On Friday night, I went to see Ms. Wish to See on her last night of single-ness (well, not really, since she's been living with Mr. Wish to See for the last year, but whatever). A riotous (and slightly tipsy) time was had with Mr. Bad Apologies and Ms. NYC Rouge. I was named an honorary gay (I was likened to a gay man in a woman's body), much champagne was imbibed, and I woke up the next morning to a cheery wedding and slight hangover.
A note on the wedding reception anniversary dance: is it specifically designed to make the single people feel conspicuous? While the original intent is to honor the couples who have been together the longest, what REALLY happens it that the poor single girl at the front table gets to survey the room and see what single guys are available. Let me tell you that the pickings are slim.
From the after-reception party, I quickly repacked my bags and drove a couple of hours to a lake house near Charlottesville, where I spent a truly delightful and relaxing two-and-a-half days with Ms. Secret Blog and her man, along with eleven other couples. Yes, once again Ms. Write Again Soon was the only single person along for the ride. But what a ride it was, with drinking games, softball, speedboat tours of the lake, hours of reading trashy magazines, a winning game of spades, and lots of sunshine. I could definitely use more of those weekends--even if they do poignantly identify me as the "one without a partner".
I got home this afternoon, back to my messy room--which just happens to be about a hundred degrees. My desk looks like a hurricane passed by when I was gone, the toothpaste cap is missing (I shake my fist in the general direction of Ms. Janie and her mother), and I'm not feeling very enthusiastic about starting the week. Alone. In a messy room. And feeling rather sweaty.
Let the summer fun begin.
Comments
A statement in defense of the anniversary dance: The original tradition of gathering all the single ladies together and tossing the bouquet for them to fight over always made me feel conspicous as a single attending a wedding. Thus the alternate idea. If I had it to do over, I would still pick the anniversary dance as the lesser of the two evils.
Posted by: La at June 5, 2006 08:31 AM
