Good friend's wedding coming up.
Haven't a thing to wear.
Have discovered that somehow, after my last move, all my nice shoes are either for my left foot or right foot. Their respective mates seem to have vanished to wherever socks go in the laundry. I still have two pairs of really hideously ugly shoes that I wouldn't wear to a hog-calling contest, one pair of which I don't even recollect buying, and the other of which was an emergency purchase at 9PM while on vacation. Two pairs of shoes: That's what happens when one has been free to go about in sneakers, boots, sandals, or barefoot for lo these last several years.
Hair still a wreck.
I'd almost sucked up the nerve to punk out on him by not showing up (out of embarassment), claiming work as an excuse, but I made the mistake of calling my sister on her birthday. While she and I chatted, I explained my dilemma. I got slapped down hard:
"It's his wedding, and y'all are like best friends! You have to go!"
I reckon I'll be shoe shopping tomorrow and getting my mane trimmed on Wednesday. Or vice versa.
I really love formal occasions. Does it show?