10 years ago it took an entire team of 3 girls, my roommates, to get me ready for a date with Nic. The makeup, the wardrobe assembly (my skirt and boots, someone else’s top), the dancing around singing to our favorite songs. Oh the production.
Ten years later, here is what life looks like:
As I’m waking up Nic rolls over and pops a zit on my forehead. I hate that he does this. I believe it is permanently damaging my skin. He’s been doing this for a decade anyway. “The least you could do is brush your teeth before torturing me” I tell him. I pee in front of him. I check my email, see that the bride who had been ready to book our 4k package last night now wants to get it down to 1800. “You should just tell her ‘if you want all this [Nic points at me] it’s gonna cost you dearly. at least that’s what my husband says.’ “
All of this and we’d been awake a whopping 20 minutes.
