I think my brain just exploded.

Today’s my Friday.

Why, you ask?

Oh, well you see, there’s this little matter I have to take care of tomorrow.  Ahem, a marriage license, to be exact!  Yes, shoot me, because I’ve managed to find my excitement again.  Hallelujah!  It could have something to do with the shooting star I saw last night – only the very first shooting star I’ve ever seen in my life!  Or it might be how, on my drive home, I happened to catch two of my neighbors, elderly ones at that, standing in their driveway, looking up at the stars together.  They had their arms around each other’s waists and then they kissed.  It was enough to make even this Grinch’s heart swell three times its normal size!

But enough about that sap.

Something to blow your mind:  After last week’s plea for advice concerning an email I received from a friend, I let it sit for a day while I composed my thoughts.  Then I responded in a calm, adult and very business-like manner, wherein I explained how I saw things and asked her why she decided to email me now, six months later.  I suggested that if she really felt the way she claimed to feel, that perhaps the four of us (me, B, her, her boyfriend) should get together and have an honest face-to-face discussion.

And then she didn’t respond.

Thinking it was done and over with (and also congratulating myself for spotting her insincerity a mile away) I washed my hands of it and moved on.  Only today, she responded.  ONE WEEK AFTER I RESPONDED.  It was enough to make me want to throw up.  Sure, you may say “but she’s persistant!”  HOWEVER, you’d think slightly differently if you could see the text of the email itself.  It starts off rather bitchy, then she apologizes, but then she gets bitchy again.  And then, ultimately?  She leaves the ball in my court.  Says “maybe we should go to dinner or something.” 

And as for me?  Well, my brain exploded.  Pardon my liberal use of dramatics here, but I have no other ways to describe just how much I wanted to remove my brain from my skull and lob it across the room.  Because you see, she’s playing mind games with me.  And I don’t feel like participating.  So I decided to do what any sane, rational girl in my shoes would do. 

IGNORE IT.

At least, until Monday.  Because you see, I have a lot of things to do this weekend:  Get our marriage license.  Pick up the programs, table numbers, and menus.  Pick out groomsmen gifts (because yes, B has zero ideas).  And oh, the fabulous matter of ATTEND MY BACHELORETTE PARTY! 

Oh, you’d like to see what I’m wearing, would you?  Thanks to our good friends at Polyvore, you can: I was going for sexy, yet not slutty.  Sophisticated, but playful.  My tank is more grey than black, but you get the picture.  And my shoes and clutch are a nod to my wedding colors, plum and red. 

Here’s to hoping I can keep my head held high, and well away from heaving into the toilet.