Vacation Butterflies

Oh sweet Jesus! I am about to do the funnest thing ever! EVER! E..V..E..R!!!!!!!!
I will be vacationing alone. I will not be going to see any relatives. No husband or child will accompany me and make me do stuff that isn't fun. I will not be attending any boring seminar with business associates. (As if there's a pressing waitress convention) HA! Notta single person that will require ANYTHING of me will be trailing behind me whining about a one freakin thing!
Now, I know you may be thinking...(has Angel finally cracked through the thin barrier of what she loosely refers to as reality? Is this a "voluntary vacation"? Is she going to be rolling around in a soft room, loosely restrained and being spoon fed?) Hell! If I'm LUCKY! (giggle..that's a funny picture!)
If my baby daddy were reading this, he may have expressed a touch of concern just then..but, well...yeah... He won't. He doesn't think I am all that funny. Voluptuous yes. Funny no. I ask, what's not funny about me sing'n a little "Batter Up" by Nelly? I don't sound like someone fresh outta Compton? Fo shizzle my nizzle Snoop Dogg ain't got nothin' on me! It's pure delight I tell you! Or, he may think I've written another poem and avoid reading this like it were the hand of God set to lay him out. He does not enjoy a good piece of poetry. Devastatingly sad, but it is what it is. I do not want him all worked up anyways. He needs quiet. He is still suffering from the shock of seeing me be super, unrestrainably social. You know, my native state. Poor guy. I've been hiding it well all these years. I didn't want to scare him off with my enthusiasm. He's a bit reserved. I happened to meet him just after I became sick of talking to people. And my fun loving, frolicsome "friends" kept calling to see if I were single yet..turns out my man didn't appreciate their sentiments. (I thought this was a polite and completely valid question) Guess not. Combine those two scenarios and you can see, I have had next to no communication with the outside world. For a long long time. Just my equally unsocial BFF.
So, anyhoo, I ramble. Back to my trip. I am going to see friends from WAY back. People I loved beyond loved and spent freakin 24-7 with. Oh my! I had so much fun with them. Now, an unmentionable number of years later I get to return to the loving arms of my childhood joy. Yeah.. I am a little nervous now that I have actually committed to travel. I've purchased my ticket. I've taken the time off work. I've told my young'n and my man that they will have to fend for themselves because I am going to have some fun! FUN!!
AHHHH!!!! HOLY SHIT! WHAT DID I DO?? I was left unattended and look what I did! I had even forgotten to tell the man I had bought my ticket. Oops. Ha ha!! My bad.
Nerves! I think I may have developed some! Plural. Is this what nerves are? Butterflies! A google of them have taken up residence in my tummy. What am I actually going to do there for 6 days? Will they still like me? What if no one will pick me up at the airport? Or, return me? Is it really ok to just plop down in the middle of their lives with my Angeljoy? I'm oozing sunshine with every step I take. Is this acceptable? Will I amuse them? A little bit? Do they think it's funny if a short white girl raps? Will they think it's scary if I think it's funny? Sometimes the need to sing is strong in me. As is the need to throw my arms around a person and squeeze them unexpectedly. Too much? I will find out I guess. Can I bring my hula hoop or is that stupid? I hope I don't cry. I do NOT look like a delicate flower of femininity when I cry. I am totally going to cry! What will I wear? What will I eat? What if I can't get a french vanilla latte? How am I actually going to get around to see everyone..roller blades? City bus?
Muffin top. I have muffin top! I'm driving myself crazy! Oh my God!! Does it matter what will happen? Not so much. Things will be awesome like they always are. Right? I'm counting on my charmed existence to see me through. That and the fact that they are super duper excellently wonderful friends! They really are being quite accommodating to me and my imminent arrival. They would take me even if I smelled funny and drooled kool-aid. Probably. OMG! What if I do and no one has told me?
Really these are fleeting thoughts. But the fact that I even have them is freakish and it's messing with my balance. I am not an insecure, nervous kind of person. So, the few hours I spend wringing my hands over this stupid pointless crap is kind of amusing to me. It will all work out. I will have fun. I will post pictures. If I have too much fun, there will not be pictures! Except, maybe a mug shot. Got my fingers crossed. You get bail money ready! Don't tell my man. He's resting and he's going to need his strength to keep up with me.