yellowducky's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Single's Awareness Dance The dance was an unqualified success. It was honestly the most fun I have had in a long time. All the wives got together to do our hair, make-up and dress. Then Henry showed up. He looked amazing. Imagine a giant of a guy with an auburn beard, dressed as Henry VIII. He looked so authentic. He gave us each a rose and then we drove to Denny's. Oh, the comments we got. Each of the wives had nametags, though, so it was pretty obvious what we were doing. We each had a tiara, too. (I didn't take mine off all night, until I went to bed. I'm putting it back on as soon as I get home!) I ended up being Anne of Cleves. One of the divorced ones. I consider her the luckiest of the lot. She got the best deal, as well as the shortest marriage. I'm a little disappointed I didn't loose my head.............but, that's life....er, death. Then we went to the dance. Our little group had the most fun of anyone there. People were asking to join us because we were having so much fun. Henry, as he will ever be known on these pages, was the envy of every man in that room. Especially because, as Henry told me as we slow danced together, his wives looked amazing last night. It was the most relaxed I've been in weeks. I didn't want the evening to end. I danced too hard, though, and I pulled something in my neck and now have a heating pad on it as I sit at my desk at work. I look hilarious. Just now I coughed and sent excrutiating pain through my body. Does that mean I'm getting old? One last point about the dance. Guess who one of the DJ's was? The Jerk Fireman! He's supposed to be happily married and he keeps turning up at all these Single's events. I don't understand it. The good thing is he didn't in any way compromise my enjoyment of the evening. Yea, me! Now that it's settled, I can stop running into him, right? The girl's and I decided that this was the best way to attend the dance. (Unless of course you're one of those recently engaged couples like my good friends Bobby Someone and soon to be Mrs. Bobby S. They only had eye's for each other--until I forced myself on them for a few minutes, of course. They were much happier in thier own world, but that's very understandable, and truly happy I am for them given all the energy I put into counseling them! :). No more tradition for us, the six wives of Henry VIII. We laugh at convention. We thumb our nose at social mores. We stick our tongue out at polite society, all while we curtsy sweetly at our husband and try to hold on to our heads. 10:50 a.m. - February 15, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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