Tell me I’m pretty
I’m back…and alive, but barely. I spent the better part of last week in Denver, CO for my friend’s wedding where I representated the category: Matron of Honor. I hosted the initial phase of the bachelorette party and it never ceases to amaze me just how many people have been raised in a barn, by meth-addicted wolves. That is also why I hosted the initial phase…I wanted those bitches out of my loft as soon as I could get them out. Once they left…it was no longer my problem.
My about to get married friend, Ramona, chose to meet with her groom, Clay, towards the end of the evening. We had a smashing time…..and I do mean SMASHING. At one point in the evening I was sitting next to Clay at the bar where we attempted several times to take a decent picture together….we finally gave up. However, shortly after, a lovely man with a cheetah inspired hair style walked up next to Clay and began to pick a fight.
Clay, is not a large man…and in addition, he is still recovering from a severely broken leg. When Cheetah Head began to pick the fight, I instinctively put one arm around Clay to pull him to me and used my other arm to shove Cheetah Head. Luckily, security noticed the commotion and quickly removed Cheetah Head from the bar. I didn’t really think too much about what I had done until the next morning. I am sure Clay didn’t feel very masculine having a girl defend him, but my “mommy-ness” kicked in and I acted. The cool thing about Clay is that he was such a good sport about the whole thing, even thanking me for helping him….aawwwwww…..
BTW, my interview with the Evil Empire is this afternoon….should be interesting.
Is that you in one of those photos?