The wedding of my best friend
My best friend is from Argentina. Her boyfriend also. She lives in New York. He also. Can someone tell me then why the fuck are married in Uruguay? Never mind, the issue is that I am about to board a plane to Buenos Aires and then take a boat to Colonia and then driving up to Caramel. Too cool for a poor mother and a journalist like me. Is that my friend is so glam transpires. It was always the same. And I love you so, because that's all I'm not. That's why I love her so much.
The story is that for the first time in six years my husband and I are going to take a few days together away from the girls. Will be just two nights but for me the event of the century. First, because marriage promises to be worthy of Hollywood. Just to give you an idea, I have to wear a dress that never chose, and I tried, did not even see. But we will use it all the bridesmaids. The worst? Is strapless. That is, prohibitive for a former infant who has not used the silicone prosthesis. But my friend did not mind, suggested a strapless bra and now. We'll see how it is ... Second, we rented a room in a kind exquisite boutique hotel on the banks of river.
Internally I have a mix of sensations. Obviously, joy for my friend. It makes me very happy to finally have found a companion. But at the same time makes me sad because it is the last single, and I can not think of another party can be as entertaining. It also gives me a bit of guilt for girls. We sleep with the sound of waves breaking on the wall of the room and they up early to go to school. Guess that's why we've never been alone ...
Because despite everything, I'm very Jewish in this regard. I killed the idea that something might happen to them while we are away. So, stay in Santiago with my sainted mother, who can solve everything a thousand times better than me. But still, it gives me thingy.
What if the plane goes down? And if we were intoxicated with the delicacies served at the party probably because our bodies are not used and then we can not then return to Santiago? What if something happens to them? What if I want to bathe and begin with tantrums? What if my mother gets sick and feels bad enough to look after them? What if not sick but collapsed after 24 hours? What if suspended flights by a strike of those that usually have? What if there's another earthquake?
No no no. I can not self-undermining both. If any of those things happens God will provide. And if Provera does not provide a friend or neighbor. Because think about it, or lose the reel shitting me!
