I am back and I’m all up in my feels. A complete week on the road with little sleep had me in the apartment at 11:45pm Friday night. After losing 2 hours on the trip and the normal after-buzz I had trouble getting to bed. Then up at 7:00am Saturday where a normally five and a half hour drive was extended to seven due to construction, accidents, and assholes, oh my. So I was already a mental midget when I pulled up to the wedding and things never really improved. The event itself was amazing. Beautiful venue, beautiful couple, great friends, really everything one could want but I could not shift into myself. I had enough bursts of normalcy where it wasn’t too apparent (he said hopefully…) but I just didn’t feel correct.
Mashed potato brain aside I was on an emotional rollercoaster. Watching my friend give his toast made me legit tear up and I was struggling on and off to have fun. Could have been proximity to my ex during a marriage celebration - I’m not really sure but something had my eggs scrambled. I tried to make the best of it but finally had to dip out around 9:30pm. Holy hell I was in a weird spot. I couldn’t sleep for shit either because I could not stop the asshole in my head. I just gave up at 3:15am and hit the road.
I’m safely back in Minnesota but even today I am an interesting bundle. Add to that I can feel myself getting sick… aint nobody got time fo dat. No rest for the wicked as I need to stay up today as not to completely fuck this weeks sleep but I will retire early. last note on me being a moody beyatch in dire need of a waaambulance; this is probably a clear indication that I need to find a new professional to talk to once again. That is all about that.
Last week was exhausting but a great overall experience. I got to meet and interact with Mike Rowe who turned out to be a wonderful individual. As the one who hired him my early exposure was only through layers of handlers which kind of gives off diva vibes but that was not the case. Handlers get paid to handle and are not always a reflection of the celebrity. Great dude.
We also had a world renowned mentalist on stage and I am more that slightly skeptical/afraid of witchcraft. Most of my coworkers know this as I have been known to mumble “burn the witch” multiple times when the tricks are unexplainable to my limited logic. So what does this pack of assholes do? Get me called up on stage…
He is asking me the name of a friend that came to mind that he would have no way of knowing and then he and I were going to walk on the stage to pull his chalkboard out of a sealed bag.
You can’t really tell from the picture (not your fault Rachel, we were quite a ways away from the back) but the board says George. A name that was top of mind because that was the wedding to which I was headed plus I was trying to think of a name that would be hard to write if he tried to do it while reaching into the bag. Depicted is me backing up as to distance myself from his perceived powers. I am lucky I was in a better mental state than I am right now lest I really embarrassed myself further.
Time to mindlessly stare at six hours of football and attempt to right this ship.