I like to think I'm a fun girl...I like to think I can have fun no matter what...and I have, so many times...but damn, I was kind of mopey tonight.
Dressed to the nines, hyper from my little coffee tour earlier today, and smiling with friends, I was ready to have fun...but I just couldn't figure out the knack somehow.
The wedding was lovely, the reception was awesome, but my mind was elsewhere and I couldn't shake it.
No big deal, just the way it is sometimes I guess.
But after 3 weddings alone in the same year, I think I've overplayed that role at this point.
I'm ready for less alone-ness. It doesn't fit me.