August is apparently the most popular month for birthdays (and if WikiAnswers says it is, than you know it’s true) – meaning lots of parties in August.
Last weekend, Jocko and I headed up to London to visit my friend Gemma for her 28th. We partied late and danced our tookushes off. Here are some photos:
This weekend, Jock and I are heading to the Brecon Beacons in Wales which is a National Park (camping, hiking, kayaking, caving!) for my birthday. I really can’t wait to get out in the wilderness, pitch a tent and get back to the Earth. This is what I picture it will be like – rain! Although, honestly, I don’t care. I don’t mind if I get muddy, wet and smell bad because I will be one with nature, damn it!
I opted not to bring any make up, but Jock said we may be going to pubs for dinner so kindly assured me that I will probably want to take some at least. Ouch. I guess it is what I feared all along – I look like a monster underneath all that finely applied concealer. At least I won’t have to look at myself!
In all honesty, he just said that because he knows how I will not leave the house without at least mascara on – never have never will. I guess mascara is my version of my Grandmother’s red lipstick.
It does make you wonder though about that first time you bravely show your naked face to the man you love – wondering if he cringed or shuddered…and I say it’s brave because it’s freaking scary. Horror stories of screams and a gasp invade your thoughts; worries of waking up to a note scribbled “I thought I loved you until I saw your naked face. You’re not the woman I thought you were dot dot dot”; and fears of the zit on your chin talking and coercing him to find someone else with a clear face. I may have moved to NY at the age of 19 with $35 in my pocket, white water rafted in Colorado and traveled through Eastern Europe on a train by myself – but baring my large pores, short eyelashes, mole, and pale skin to him was the ultimate risk.
Ah well, he’s still here, isn’t he? Can’t be that bad (wink wink).
I also didn’t want to shower all weekend, but Jock said there would be facilities to do that as well – can’t a girl just get a break and smell and look bad for one weekend? I understand though, because I wouldn’t want to sleep next to me sans shower either.
So, wish us luck – pray for good weather and blue skies, and scary pictures to follow next week…
