Exhaling, Part 2

Really, I need to start thinking of catchier titles for this blog dealio. I'm starting to sound like the Hollywood Sequel Machine churning rapidly for the past decade or so (Speed 2??? REALLY???)

So, Florida was fun. I'm freckled and a bit more relaxed, or as relaxed as I can be while vacationing with my parents (lovely people, so nice of them to take me with them). Tomorrow morning, it's off to Cancun, where I'm desperately hoping someone in Customs will stamp my passport. I went to Canada a couple of years ago, no stamping there. (Why not? you ask. Me, too. If I had access to any kind of stamp, I'd be happily stamping away everything in my office, nonetheless the nice, blank pages of someone's passport!) So I have a passport that sits forlornly, devoid of all meaning, without stamps to validate its existence. Although I don't think Cancun is much of a foreign excursion. Different money, sure, and a different language. But anyplace populated by KFC, Pizza Hut and Taco Bell alongside the mall doesn't really count as a foreign country, does it?? Don't get me wrong, I'm still a little nervous about traveling into a foreign country by myself (I've watched "Brokedown Palace" one too many times! Trying to avoid that whole cockroach in the ear business, as well as the thrown into jail with no hope of return business!), but I'm staying at an uber-nice hotel and marching valiantly down the aisle in a smashing bridesmaids' dress (really! Super cute!) in a tropical paradise. It could be worse.

So on to the wedding of the 7th roommate that I've had that has gotten married while living with me. That's not even counting the roommates that got married later, or the other instances I was a bridesmaid with friends that weren't roommates. I am a PRO at this bridesmaid deal. Give me a bouquet, point me toward the pastor, and I will smile serenely and walk lightly, one foot in front of the other until I have to turn left and focus my attentions on keep the flower girl from wandering away during the ceremony. This time, however, I will be less focused on the flower girls, and more focused on the fact that I am wearing a knee length, loose fitting chiffon dress outside on the beach with a stiff breeze off the ocean. I will be intensely focused not on the lovely ceremony at hand, but on sparing the entire audience from witnessing any sort of flashing incident during my best friend's wedding. So cheers to the bride and groom, and let's hope for a flash-free wedding! Mexico, look out. I'm on my way...