Something to work on

As it seems, I am not perfect.  Not even close.  Something I am not exactly happy to admit.  What is also no fun, is when I am reminded of this particular information.  My whole, not-being-perfectness. 

Recently I was in HotLanta(!) for one of my BFFs wedding.  See previous blog.  I was fortunate to be one of the bridesmaids, along with six other special ladies.  Prior to my most recent visit, I had only met two of these gals.  Both of them are super nice (one just a little bit nicer), pretty and very fun.  The other bridesmaids were going to be all new people.  The one thing we all had in common = our love for the bride. 

Five of the other women had all gone to college w/Boo (my nickname for the bride) and so they had that special history.  I was the one who knew her from her SA days (dun dun duuuuuun) and another was a former colleague (like me, if you think about it). 

Two of us were sans hubbies this visit as well.  The other hubby-less bridesmaid and I were house guests of Boo and became quick (Facebook) buds.  We have similar chatty-cathy personalities and just had tons of fun talking and telling stories.  However, when it came time to meet the other bridesmaids, unfortunately I was off my game.  I blame it on myself.  It has/had been a long time since I have had to meet new people outside of work and I was trying so hard to impress these other girls that I came across as this huge obnoxious snot.  Or so I think (I probably really was tho...).  It was like freshmen year of college.  I was insecure (does not help most of these girls were like tiny and gorgeous - like the bride) and just convinced I had to be over the top in order to get them to like me.   I am not usually insecure, or at least I can put on a good show of being uber-confident (many would agree), so it all was just.. such a train wreck.  And the worst part was I could feel myself acting like this complete snot.  Being all smart-assy and funny (...to me) for no reason.  Ugh!  If only I could go back, smack the shit out of myself and get a do-over, I would feel so much better.  I guess it is fortunate that I am not likely to ever see most of these women ever again (well, outside of the Matron of Honor and maybe one or two others). 

In hindsight, I am not too sure why I acted like such a snot (well, other than what I previously shared above).  But I guess the damage is done.  I didn't ruin anyone's time or anything, but you know it's not a good sign when only three of the other six ladies bothered saying goodbye at the end of the wedding.  Meh.  Whatcha gonna' do?! 

Well, aside from that whole... well, you know... my trip was uber-fun.  In addition to being a part of my Boo's special day, I got to spend time with my other BFF from college.  We even had a slumber party at the hotel I was staying at my last night in town.  She is awesome and it totally rocked getting to catch up and talk about what is going on with us and our future plans.  The good part about Atlanta is that two of my best friends in whole world live there (and a 3rd super good friend), so I am always bound to have a good time whenever I go.  And how many people can say that about Atlanta?  ;)  No offense.