I was trying to come up with some genius material for this post. The unfortunate fact is that it’s been kind of a rough week and I haven’t had any earth-shaking ideas to share with you guys. Then, I realized I hadn’t told you the story about how I caught the bouquet. Brace yourselves.
About a month ago, the Biologist and I attended the wedding of our friends/neighbors. (Sidenote: in Alaska it’s bad news if you don’t like your neighbors. Being trapped on an island with people you hate that happen to live next door is just no bueno. Lucky for us, our fellow trailerparkians have been pretty cool). Anyway. This is how I usually feel about weddings: This case is a little different. I am so happy for our friends and was excited to celebrate with them. PLUS, my friend LAURA was the photographer. There was dinner…..and an open bar. #imthere.The whole thing was really lovely, the food was fabulous and everyone had a phenomenal time. Then we got to the part where the bride was going to throw the bouquet.
I was lost somewhere in a wine addled conversation, when someone mentioned that they had money on my bouquet-catching skills. Let me just tell you, catching bouquets is not something for a jaded, divorced, sarcastic thirty-something like myself. I don’t believe in it. However. I do believe in Andrew Jackson, money and winning. So. I found myself licking the cake off my fingers and towering over a bunch of optimistic, fresh-faced young chicks who were ready to catch some flowers and a theoretical husband.
Do I have to tell you how this goes? Of course I caught it. This old bird still can fly!
I had an abrupt moment of revelation, a volt of electricity went through my arm and my wine-soaked brain synapsed into a moment of clarity….. I panicked. I did the only thing I could – which was to throw the flowers behind me and run the hell out of there. Hands down, that was the best $20 I have earned.
I don’t know what everyone else thought of the bouquet-incident. There was a bit of an awkward silence, but the heat of my heels racing across the floor filled the void. The only regret I have about that night was how I burned my dress waving a sparkler.
Never be afraid to celebrate anything in life.
Have a good week! Cheers! 🙂