I Survived

Thank God for DayQuil, good hair days, and adrenaline! I spent Valentine's day in Detroit for my Uncle Dave's wedding, which I had been dreading and freaking out about since Christmas; not because of the wedding itself, but because I had been asked to sing the Ave Maria.... Did I mention that I haven't sung that song since high school let alone sung like that in about 5 years? Freaked out is the mild term I would use to describe my emotional state. Well after taking numerous doses of DayQuil, doing my hair, rehearsing on my grandmother's baby grand piano, and lots of performance adrenaline Audrey and I did well. Yay. And it absolutely made my Uncle Dave's and now Aunt Julie's day, and Grandma's too. So I suppose spending Valentine's Day at a wedding with my nearest and dearest wasn't such a bad way to celebrate it after all. I mean heck, who can pass up an open bar, a candy buffet, and really bad singing of love songs in order to get the bride and groom to kiss?
Happy belated Valentine's Day.