"Ode to Little Red"

For the preview to this post see :Roxie.

I'm getting new wheels! SO exciting! At the end of the weekend my name will be signed to a brand new (used) car! And I'm thrilled! It's been such a long time coming! My poor Little Red has been a good car. She really has. She's had her struggles and her flaws, but then again, so have I. She's stuck with me and always pulled through again and again. So many memories..... 

When I learned that she had finally been traded back home, I was a little saddened, I won't lie. As much as I have wanted and pleaded for a new car in the past.... four years or so... When it actually happened, it hurt a bit. I'm just easily attached to things. People more so, but things, material things that I shouldn't be so attached to... I am. I can't help it. That car has been mine all mine since I turned 16. She drove Roxie and I to high school, she graduated with me, took me to college, moved me to my new city life, had many a pair of shoes thrown in and out of her, many a frozen twizzler, many an operation, many angry songs played, many tears cried and many more laughs... I could go on. What a life she's led. And now, she'll lead someone elses...

And so, goodbye sweet Little Red. You were good to me. And I'll always remember you. 

Anyway, enough of that. 

I'm getting a new car, I'm getting a new car, I'm getting a new car!!! Hooray! Oh, Happy Day!

"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.