Save the Drama for your Momma

...Or are the mommas the drama? Sometimes I can confuse the two. While not quite as dramatic as Real Housewives of Orange County, the moms around these parts can cook up plenty of their own drama. All people can I guess. I'm just in the middle of the current motherly madness and I don't really care to be.

If you're unaware, I am currently in the middle of wedding mayhem. My college roommate and sorority sister is getting married in May, another friend that I grew up with in my hometown church is getting married the very same day, another sorority sister is getting married at the end of this month, and yet another is getting married in July. Unreal. The focus for this blog, however, is the first two. You guessed it, the same day in May brides... And we're just to the showers here, people.

I've already volunteered to co-host a shower for my roommate with the rest of our sorority back at my Alma mater and my mother has already volunteered to throw the other same day in May bride a shower with fellow church-goers as her mother is one of my mother's best friends. Still with me? Both brides are taken care of by Classy's family. Doesn't seem like an issue, no? It shouldn't be. The issue breaks loose when my mother asked another mother at the church who is also throwing my roommate a shower (did I mention we all went to the same church growing up?) if she would like to do a joint shower as no one had offered to throw one at that point in time for the second same day in May bride. The other mother's reply was a simple 'no, I think they need their own, thanks though. I'm already throwing her a Pampered Chef shower.' ..that no one had so much as hinted about to my mother or I. I swear mothers can be so caddy. Not to mention my roommate's mother, who has pretty much snubbed my mother for months now as if she's done something terribly offensive, still hasn't put her cold walls down. I told my mom to forget about it. It wasn't her responsibility to throw two showers and at least she had offered.

I got an email today asking if it was okay for my mom to put my name as a co-host for the shower being thrown for the second same day in May bride. She was just checking, making sure it wouldn't be offensive to the roommate. My response being, 'I'm already throwing her a shower, Bride #2 deserves one just as equally as Bride #1.' In my head I know this is what my roommate would agree to. Just in case, however, I asked her. She of course said, 'No I wouldn't be offended at all, you know that. What's important is that you'll be standing next to me on May .. and that's all I care about. Bride #2's mom has been making a bigger deal out of this same day stuff than I think necessary, but we'll talk about that later.' Seriously? More momma drama! Bride #1's mother, however, I can just see it now... Drama. She'll be offended at some point down the road that Mom-o-Classy threw a personal shower for Bride #2 and not Bride #1 who lived with her daughter for four years. Whatever. People worry too much. And they will always always always find something to bitch about. Something that someone did wrong or didn't do at all. In my opinion, they'll both get presents, they'll both have their ceremonies, and at the end of May, it'll all be said and done. Women take things so personally sometimes. I mean to an extent, I'll understand, but this wedding madness is getting ridiculous.

Maybe being young and un-wed has left me naive and inexperienced. I suppose I have some growing up to do, right? ha. Whatever.

Drama Queen

Boy, am I blushing. Slight overreaction to Tuesday's events. My apologies for the ranting. Turns out, I was only deducted one point on my evaluation and it had nothing to do with the fact that I was late or that I had thoughts of child bowling. So we're square there. No worries.

This Classy Drama Queen does in fact have Pink Eye, however. Well, did... Still do I guess, but it's much better thanks to fabulous perscription eye drops. Bodelou, thank you for the sweet advice, but I had already paid $25 for mine. Thankfully enough, they worked quickly. So I'm okay with spending the money. Let's be real, I can't have pink eye balls for the pictures to be taken this weekend. So, although more than I wanted to pay for drops that supposedly cure my ails, it's okay. Bonus, today's payday. So once again, no worries.

The real excitement now lies within the next three days! My fabulous Island girl is headed to the city tomorrow afternoon! Hooray! I've worked out extra hard this week so I can enjoy all of the indulgences I'm most certain we'll find for ourselves. Good food, good music, good cocktails. Preferably quite a few of them. And lots of laughing. That pretty much sums up my favorite relationships in life. Including my friendship with I.G.

I've got some cleaning left to do around the apartment before tomorrow afternoon arrives. Cough. Still putting away Christmas. Cough... But other than that, I'm so ready for a relaxing and enjoyable weekend after this long week of infection, stress, and work. I hope everyone else enjoys their weekend! Happy Almost Friday from your once-in-a-while-a-little-too-dramatic Classy!

"I Don't Wanna Grow Up"

...well, you need to. Seriously, get on that.

Quite the entertaining weekend. No, I didn't run into Lindsay Lohan, but I ran into a few girls who would've fit nicely into this particular movie. Don't get me wrong, I can be quite the mean girl... much to my avail. Oh well. Not today's point. So let's get to today's point shall we?

Went home this weekend for yet another wedding. A friend that I grew up with did as most of my friends are doing lately, graduated college and graduated from the single life all within a few months. It was a beautiful wedding. She was a princess as predicted. No mean girls were in attendance of such wedding. Even though we were one big happy group of friends for oh, I don't know, eight years of our lives. I am only referring to said girls as "mean girls" because they have since gathered back together even moreso "clique-esque" since graduating college. Are we regressing back to our high school days, Ladies? Is my life suddenly in rewind when all of this time I was certain it had been in fast forward? My newly married princess friend specifically told me that she invited every last girl that was in our "group" growing up. Can we talk about how I spoke to one of them who decided not to go based on the fact that it was her birthday... (and?!)... and her remark to Princess inviting some of the other girls was "Classy, do you remember what terms they were on in High School? Why would she invite her to her wedding now?" My response... "NO! Of course I don't remember what terms they were on in High School because it was... HIGH SCHOOL?" Buh. I'm getting myself all worked up again. I was honestly ashamed, sitting in that beautiful ceremony and being the only one out of the entire group of approximately seven or so girls. I cannot fathom being offended to receive an invitation to a friend's wedding. Yes, we haven't been so close while in school, but we grew up together. That in itself is enough for me. Whatever. Burn your bridges if you wish, just don't look back after you do.

Anyway, the rest of the weekend consisted of drinking (too much) on Friday night into the wee hours of the morning, entertaining text messages, friendly bar tenders, christmas shopping with my mother, and spending time with a couple of my "nice girls." My SATC girls if you recall. Missed Roxie again. Reunion to come soon. It was a good weekend all in all. Minus the disgust I had for said girls mentioned above. Oh well. Live and Learn... and Grow. Grow up.

Come Monday

It will be the week of my alma mater's Homecoming festivities. Beginning on Friday, my road trip ensues with my favorite Island girl, traveling northeast a few hundred miles back to a place I both love and hate, miss and dread. 

Perhaps a little difficult to explain if you are unaware of my track record with these people. I've briefly posted about college history a couple of months ago after a wedding weekend gone wrong, but I'll update you. I absolutely loved college. Loved the place, the people, the professors, what I studied, all of it. I loved it. And I miss it. Almost all of it. A select few sorority sisters could accidentally miss this whole weekend and I'd be okay with it. Not going to happen, but if it did, I wouldn't cry. 

You know those kind of girls.. the ones that accuse you of something that actually has nothing to do with them, first of all, and can't let it go even though, once again, it never even had anything to do with them. Not only can they not let go of it because it's been over a year since drama went down, they can't let go of it even though I've graduated and moved far away. Yeah, be with me on this. Ridiculous. That would be the part I hate and dread. Drama. I've moved away from it and I don't miss it at all. 

Anyway, aside from them, I am more than happy to be headed back. I'm looking so forward to seeing my sisters, my friends, those I've missed terribly, including Rico, and spending a great weekend with them. Having my Island girl and a few adult beverages with me to keep me sane and stable. It should be another interesting chapter of college living. Going back as an alumni. I don't know how I'll handle it, but I'm excited about it nonetheless. The great thing about moving away is that people are always excited to see you when you come back to visit. Especially when you purposefully look like a million dollars. They don't have to know you've been thinking about the perfect thing to wear to such an event for weeks now... Just call me "Super Star." You know me, fond of attention. The good kinds anyway. 

Here's hoping for all of the good attention, very little drama and very few bitches, and  another well spent, relaxing weekend to remember in a place I'll always hold close to my heart.