I feel like a zombie today. Last night was a late night. It was so fun though. My cousin and I always go out on her birthday. Usually we see a movie, have dinner (preferably somewhere with fish since her hubby isn't a fan.) Then end up at karaoke AND a porn shop. Yes, I know its a weird day. But this year she decided that she would not end up doing any of the three following things- see a movie just because there wasn't anything else to do, let her friend talk her into the karaoke bar, or end up in the adult shop. We managed to avoid those.
She had wanted to go to the mystery dinner theater (I think that is what it is called.) But they were booked solid. Instead we made reservations to the Melting Pot. Expensive, but a long drawn out process of eating dinner. And- so. good. While we ate, during the three hours we sat at that table, we played Mad-Libs. It was entertaining to have six people throwing out answers. We asked out waitress a few times for adjectives and nouns.
I am feeling a little overwhelmed by this coming weekend. You see I am flying across the country to meet a few friends. This is not my first experience with meeting people I talk to online, but it will be the biggest deal. Usually it involved driving across town, this is seriously across the country. I am so excited to meet a few of my favorite fellow bloggers- Homeslice for one. In her I find a kindred spirit, and like Anne Shirley I search them out. Tattooed Mommy, Alicia as well is someone I really look forward to meeting in real life.
The biggest problem for me, is that I have read into their lives, and they mine. We post comments we talk in forums, but have never spoken with our voices. I am not a fan of the phone call, even with my husband it is weird. We communicate better via email. I worry that they will not like me, or my shyness will be so unbearable that I will retreat from the friendships blooming with these women. But then, I am excited that maybe this will help me come out of my shell. They know a lot about me, and none of that has scared them off yet. They continue to talk to me. I continue to talk to them. Maybe meeting them will only strengthen that. Who knows. I do wonder if I would be making this trip if Will were home. Would I venture out like this? I know that him being gone has renewed a bit of the strength that I had hidden away. But that is another post entirely.
In terms of my monthly cycle- this meeting falls at the best time. You see when you are ovulating or right around then you are more brave . I am definatly less shy during those few days and, yup you guessed it I am due to ovulate around that time (maybe too much information for my new friends?). I feel brave and outspoken and barely shy at all during that time.
I love flying, and can not wait to have a whole day to myself. My flight leaves here at the crack of dawn (7:30 am.) I arrive there at 5ish. I have a couple hour layover in Chicago. How sweet it all feels. Like when I was 17 and headed to the Journalism school that I attended between junior and senior year of high school. For those four weeks I was a brave new girl. I was able to reinvent myself and not be stuck with anyone's expectation of me. And this trip I feel is similar to that, not just in the fact that it is located on the east coast.