Hello internet friends! Did you miss me?
It’s been quite a week.
Last weekend my wonderful, beautiful friend Alisha got married in the Adirondacks. It was as cold as… something really cold… but it was beautiful and fun and I can’t imagine a better time. I got to spend quality time dancing and laughing with some of my oldest friends, I made some new friends, and for a while, all was right with the world.
Until I woke up the next morning feeling like I was hit by a truck. The inn where we all stayed has extremely thin walls, and the people in the room directly above me had a very loud drunken conversation about high school into the wee hours of the morning. I suppose it made sense given the number of people there from our high school. Even the inn owner went to school in our district. I also realized that dancing in new shoes is a terrible idea, and wondered how I could have possibly had so many drinks. Such is the aftermath of an awesome wedding I suppose.
The rest of this week has been a little rough. I’ve been working of course, and Dan is finally done with training and home, but everything has taken five times more effort than normal. I don’t like to think it’s taken me almost a week to get right after a night of moderate drinking, but it’s entirely possible. This is where the lamentation comes in: I’m now in my mid-to-late-30s. Is this when we’re supposed to slow down and get boring? I’ve never been one to worry about aging because I’ve never looked or felt my age, but I think I’m beginning to and it scares me a little. We hear about people “aging gracefully”, but what does that mean in a practical sense? If it’s just about not getting a bunch of cosmetic surgery that’s not really a concern. That shit’s way too expensive, and unless we’re talking about tattoos or piercings I’m not really into needles or pain. I might just be fucked.
In the spirit of not acting my age and buying things I don’t need in order to fill an endless void in my soul (jokes!), the last time I placed an Ulta order for boring things like makeup wipes and hand soap, I also grabbed this awesome skull lip balm from a brand I’ve never heard of, Rebels Refinery. The brand seems to be geared toward men, but who doesn’t love a lip balm in a plastic skull?
This serves almost no purpose other than being a novelty. The balm inside is fine, but it’s like so many other minty lip balms. I could have spent half as much and likely gotten a slightly better balm, but then I wouldn’t be rubbing this dude’s brains all over my lips.
It’s almost Halloween friends. Are you ready?