I came to Colombia with an open mind and heart hoping to 'just be', not having too many expectations in order to get the most out of my experience. Thus with this in mind aside from the amount of love I have seen here, not too much has taken me by surprise until Tuesday...
Tuesday started off as one of those mornings... one of those that went like this: waking up was difficult as my body was exhausted from the previous days intense rock climbing session. I turned on the shower full blast to see my clothes hang drying and not so dry anymore; sock and underwear drawer completely empty. My eyes were too tired to put my contacts in, glasses it was and brushing my hair seemed too much of an effort so out came the hairband. My regular morning exercises seemed more fit for someone such as Chuck Norris rather than myself, so I figured why not move on to breakfast, maybe that would help.. . . until I poured orange juice into my hot chocolate. It's only 8 o'clock in the AM.
As I left the apartment the torrential downpour started which left me arriving fuzzy haired, soggy and groggy-eyed at work. I just wanted to sit at my desk peacefully and avoid the day, but no such luck. Pilar comes in to say, "we need to get you a dress for prom on Friday and your prom date will be here in a few hours to meet you so it won't be awkward at the dance." My thoughts at that moment were revolving around questioning whether or not this was reality or a dream? Prom? What? The end. I've given up trying to differentiate between the two.
It just so happens to be that it was reality and I am going to prom this evening with the cousin of one of my coworkers. His cousin isn't in high school but we are still going to prom? Is anything making sense these days? I'll just go with it.. Here begins the true adventure.
Dress shopping, hair, make-up, nails- it has no end! The prom being a 'cocktail prom' requires a fancy cocktail dress(silly me, if only I'd thought to pack one). Since I tend to be taller than the average female Colombian, half the morning was spent trying on dresses saying, "well you could wear that dress just don't bend over, or well, if you want to look like neon barbie that dress would work." Finally we found a nice black dress.
Now comes the hair, make-up, nails- I now look like a 90's rock star. After leaving the beauty salon all gussied up, I spent the walk home trying to contain my laughter. I could not keep a straight face to save my life and still as I type this it is difficult. It feels so nice to laugh as I think about my day, my week, Colombia and how everything unfolds. I will for sure be a salsa expert after tonight- oh how I love it here.. Happy Friday folks.
3 comments:
Boy, it sounds like you had one of my days. So I hope you had fun at the dance and left before midnight. I can just imagine you all dressed up and the worst part would be like you said the dress and finding one that will be long enough. I hope you took pictures and will post them. You will most likely look like our girls did back in the day. Love YA!!!!!! Aunt Sue
Hey Sweetie!
As I sit here in the Kaslo bakery, after a brisk walk on the river trail, I had to laugh while reading your comments. Here's to you, to your day and continued discovery. It is nice to be here,thinking of the many family times spent here and what is on the horizon. Here's a molasses cookie to you! Love
Loved this post! Could be entitled "Audra's pretty bad a.m. after an evening out" OR "Audra's pretty good luck to be going to a "prom" at her age"!
Your narrative kept me laughing all the way through. I hope you'll post a picture of the "prom" event as I know it will be great fun if you are there!
xoxo
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