Friday night kicked off with a trip to an estate sale. LD is in the know in the estate sale world, which got us first dibs on an amazing collection of vintage woman's clothing. LD graciously let me go a little crazy and I ended up with a whole new wardrobe (well, sort of..I still need pants). Since this totally played into my new years resolution of not buying any brand new clothing, I felt no guilt and am supremely happy! here's two of my new dresses:
my phone camera does not do them justice at all! Anywho, after the estate sale we went to our friends bike party where i got to wear some of my new digs. We had a great time but were both exhausted by the time we got home. Saturday's perks were organizing my closet (took me about 5 hours - but I got rid of soooo much and hey ORGANIZE!) and going to New Seasons. We bought a ton of healthy, delicious food which will play in nicely with my goal to lose 25lbs. Sunday I went to church and taught, then LD and I went back to the sale to pick up a few coveted items
The Bad:
I've had a damn cold all week and it didn't want to let me enjoy my weekend, other than that and the fact that dinner last night took almost 2 hours to actually cook, it wasn't so bad.
The Ugly:
Maybe I should say the embarrassing. Friday night the party was in a big warehouse. In the middle was one of these, though a little less nice. Shortly after we arrived the crowd decided that it would be a great idea to have everyone get inside and start a dance party. I looked at LD, the ladder you had to climb to get inside the velodrome and laughed. "There is no way I'm going in there, I'd never be able to get out". LD didn't think it was a bad idea, and he and my friend J totally peer pressured me into joining the dance party. So I climb the ladder Throw my leg over the edge, then I throw my other leg and slide all the way down, my legs shot out from under me and I crash onto the cement floor. LD helps me up and I stupidly thought I pulled that off nicely until a bunch of people came over to ask if I was ok. Besides that my hip hurt like a bitch and I was red with embarrassment, I was fine. LD, J and I danced for a little while and then LD said he was tired. I looked at the people - people far more flexible, athletic, tiny than me struggle to get out of the pit. The walls were slippery and people kept trying to run up, catch the edge and haul themselves over. Most did it pretty quickly but they weren't wearing cowboy boots with no traction. I started to panic, and when I panic I usually get angry. LD told me to just go for it. My first attempt was... sad? pathetic? those words just don't convey the hopelessness you feel as you slide down a wall. After a second ugly attempt, J's friend lent me her sneakers and without them I would have never been able to type this today. Thank you so much friend of J!
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