A glutton for punishment, I drove up to Shop-Rite--yes, on a Friday in the summertime in early afternoon. It was jammed, of course, but I got what I needed--wanted--and got outta there.
Stopped at the florist on the way back and the woman told me they had no pink roses, which I had ordered, so she made me up red and yellow and gave me a five dollar vase. I was annoyed for a minute, but there are beautiful, probably better than the pink ones, and I was fine with them. Went home to do some domestic chores until it was time to get ready for the party. Showered, washed my hair, and dressed; wore the long dress I got for the wedding, along with a black top--looked pretty good, but my hair was a disaster.
Dennis and Leslie picked me up at 4:15 and off we went to SeaOaks. Big room and lots of people--I think about 60, including most of Ray and Barb's neighbors. We sat at a table with Barb's cousins; chatted with them and others until the birthday couple came in about 5:00--SURPRISE!--and they were thrilled.
Open bar, excellent buffet, and d.j. with annoyingly loud music, but elegant atmosphere and a lot of fun. Much chatter, some somber concerning my friend, Maureen W.'s husband, who died suddenly a few days ago. We stayed until a bit after eight, then said our goodbyes.
Today, not one, but two eating-out experiences are coming up. My weight is out of control yet again--I've gained back about two thirds of the 72 pounds I had lost. Will have to assess my position tomorrow and come up with a plan to wrestle myself back. Damn, I can't imagine what life would be like without the overweight thing.
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