Weekend recap

Sometimes I'm in denial about the weight I've gained over the years... until I see pictures. I get dressed up and feel like a diva supreme, no weight insecurities. If I do say so myself, I hide my flaws very well. Until the night is over and I go home to review the pics that I take with my thinner friends and then the reality of my weight gain bashes me in the face like a pillow case stuffed with bricks and half the pictures end up getting deleted. Oh, but not this weekend. Didn't have to wait to get home and review the pics...I'm walking through the dance floor and this girl that I recognize from high school walks up to me and says "Do you remember me?" I say "Of course! How are you?" We hug. She gives me the once over and says with complete sincerity and innocence. "Wow you've put on some weight." Pause.

Yes she said it and I was mortified and felt as insecure as I have in years. But blame it on the alcohol that I was able to continue the night dancing and ki-ki'ing it up with my friends despite the reminder of the weight I've gained since high school, which to be exact is 50 pounds. I awkwardly admitted to her,"Yes, yes I have gained weight," And then I graciously said, "I'm trying to get like you because you still look great." Smile and walk away. Smile and walk away.

Was I offended, no...I really don't think she was trying to be rude. But dayum...

Anyways, that was Friday night on a midnight boat ride I attended. It was a different/fun time but I was mad they didn't have my Zinfandel on deck. In my old age I cannot mess with alcohol anymore, and my taste buds are too immature to appreciate Chardonnay's and Pinot Grigio's and such so I depend on the sweet wine goodness that is White Zinfandel. So when the bartender told me it wasn't happening -- I had raspberry vodka and sprite (my drink of choice when my younger body could handle it). After one cup of that I realized the night would not end well if I continued down that road. So my girls and I got a bottle of Moet Rose, which I'd never had and must say I quite enjoyed :-) It would've made sense to stop after that bottle was done, but noooo. For some reason unknown to me still, my friend was begging her male friend from back in the day to buy me another drink because he had just bought her one...First of all, I had my own money, second of all I was tipsy enough and didn't need anything, and third I didn't even know this guy! I drank the Malibu and Cranberry down like Kool-Aid because I was thirsty more than anything else. And. That. Put. Me. Over. The. Edge. Luckily it was just about time to go home so I spared myself any embarrassing antics. (I think...I hope) Was a little shaky the next morning but I was able to shake a hangover with Aleve and lots and lots of water.

Sunday I finally cleaned my house and got a newsletter out about my new book. In retrospect, nothing really blog worthy happened this weekend other than the girl graciously pointing out my weight gain (in case I'd forgotten or didn't realize)...but once I got started on that my fingers wouldn't stop.

Can I just add... since I'm not single and out the game, it really doesn't matter, but while I'm at it... I think men need to step their game up. All night, I danced with my girlfriends, no guys approached, no guys bought drinks, but on the way out we're getting our arms grabbed, complimented, asked to have our pic taken with them. WHY? So you can post the pic on ur facebook/myspace page and look like a mack? You're not... I/We met at least five guys on the way to the car. This seems so counter intuitive to me...Why not talk to me during the event, buy me a drink, get to know me a little, dance with me and then ask for my number? Dudes just skip all that thesedays. Straight to the "can I get your number?"... A shame. How 'bout you give me a reason first to want to get to know you better? And I don't mean "me" literally. I'm spoken for. I'm just sayin'.