Don't Stop the Mullet

For the first night in my life I went to 80's Night at the Spanish Moon.

There was a very very awkward man with a mullet who would walk up to some of the girls I was with, including myself, and touch us on the shoulder. It made me completely uncomfortable. Minus said Mullet Man I had an awesome time.

I have a few things to say.

1. Had the best Thanksgiving of her life tonight.

2. I had that Don't Stop Believing Moment again in my life. The one were you are enjoying the song some much that you might never be able to replicate it again. Or at least for a very long time.

3. Multiple people told me they loved my hair and thought it looks great. Which makes me feel really great. This past week I have been told I look like two very beautiful women. One is Meredith Grey from Grey's Anatomy. I would love to believe this statement but I am pretty sure it is just because of the way my hair looks when I put in a pony tail now. The other women I was told I look like is my Aunt Sylvia. That is a huge compliment to me. She was very attractive. : )

4. I learned that you can have that same moment I spoke of earlier without a significant other in your arms. Instead you can have your sweaty arms wrapped around some of your best friends.

5. No matter what you will always second guess yourself. But, you shouldn't let that get to you. Just because a guy liked almost a year ago doesn't mean that is constant. There is a tragic beauty in the sublime fact that the world and human beings are continuously changing and creating and even destroying.

6. You can still have sexual chemistry with someone even after a long time. Sometimes people just dig one another.

7. Can say at this moment in her life she has no regrets. I am very proud of myself for that reason. I wouldn't be the person I am today without those choices I have made.


Two idea for short stories. One is the harsh reality of my family. That was the original concept of my post.

Second is the awkward intimacy between older men and women after they have been divorced or widowed.

Which is a huge cue for some lines in my mind.

Beth awoken to the sound of her cats purring in her ear. In a daze that soon melted into the lethargy that was a hang over she panicked. She was going to be late. In the pit of her stomach a tidal wave a guilt and remorse pummeled her mind. She climbed out of bed and noticed the smell first. It was that same smokey odor she became so familiar with this past year of her life. The same feeling you get when you realize you are wearing the very same clothes you so meticulously picked out the night before. The smoke had settled into her pores as well as the blades of her golden highlighted hair. With 20 minutes to make it to her only nieces Baptism what was a girl to do?

She hobbled her way to the bathroom next to her bedroom. She could barely stand up not because she still felt the alcohol in her system but rather because she had stood up all last night in heels. This clearly meant she'd wear flats for the Baptism. She whipped open her closet and grabbed her stand by black dress. And on second thought put the black dress up and held onto a bright burgundy one. Then with a third and final prevailing thought she picked up her teal jersey knit dress she loved. When in doubt always go with your third choice. Some people call that settling but not Beth. Beth liked to think of her third choices like well informed decision making. After all if she went for her first choice she'd be getting what she wanted. And always getting what you want never works out very well.