Experimenting…After 18 Years

Mister Soandso and I snuck away for a few days last week in celebration of our 18th wedding anniversary.  An anniversary which has no traditional gift attached to it, by the way.  Hello?! After 18 years we don’t deserve something?  We chatted about expectations for the time away from home, hearth, and small children, and it quickly became apparent that both of us were up to a little experimentation.  I mean, after 18 years, who wouldn’t be.  So, we both packed with a nod to the crazy world of experimentation and headed off for the beach.

First off, you should know that I’m not much of a fun gal.  In fact, I’m pretty much a dud. When a friend learned that we were getting out of Dodge to celebrate our anniversary, she remarked that she packed her wedding-night nightie for her romantic trip to celebrate her 20th anniversary.  Frankly, that’s a no-go for me.  I don’t even have that tee-shirt anymore…if I could remember which ratty and tatty tee-shirt I threw in my bag at the last minute way back then.  See, a dud.  I’m just not that good at scheming and being romantic and girly/cute/sexy whatever.  I do, however, excel at my dudness, so I try to take a bit of pride in it.

However, I was determined to try harder for this trip.  So, a few days before I needed to frantically throw a bunch of stuff into a bag and pray it could somehow be considered an “outfit”, I actually looked at my pajamas.  Boy was that a sad moment.  At least I knew enough to not pack anything flannel or “footed” but still, I was stymied.  Finally, I decided a pair of faded but very comfy silk jammies would have to work.  He gave them to me – wouldn’t that count for something on the romance scale?

The wonder of actually trying to find something romantic in my wardrobe was such a thrill, it opened some floodgates for me.  What would happen if I could recreate the ambiance of our honeymoon, all those years ago?  After all, we had gone to the Oregon beach for our honeymoon and the weather had been pretty crappy for that trip as well.  So, I decided to go all out and just have fun.

In other words, I took a wig.

Yes, there is a whole backstory to why I have this wig and no, it isn’t very interesting at this time.  However, I have this awesome wig.  A weekend of experimentation seemed to be a perfect opportunity to try out the wig.  Plus, I knew we’d go out for drinks and I was testing my hypothesis that hiding my grey hair would increase my odds of being carded.

I braved torrential rains and traffic, picked up Mister Soandso and we headed out to the coast – he driving and laughing at my much younger hair.  Then, we braved the snow in our rear-wheeled Mustang and then the 1.5 inches of hail on the ground in Cannon Beach.

Come to find out, I don’t really care for experimenting with driving in snow without chains/snow tires.  I seem a bit too fixated on the potential for death.

After I pried my fingers off the seatbelt, dinner and many drinks seemed to be the answer.  So off we slipped and slided to a local hang-out.

And the bartender didn’t even pause when I ordered a Sidecar.  Well, she did when she went back to double-check the recipe, but she didn’t even hesitate with my order.  As in, nope, covering my grey hair apparently isn’t enough to make me look young anymore.  Sigh.  Chock one up for science.

Aged but unfazed, we still managed to have a great time.  If anyone is going to end up acting a bit silly and laughing after a few Sidecars, it’s going to be me.  If you don’t believe me, here’s some photographic evidence.

However, the biggest experiment didn’t happen until we got back to our hotel room.  We had spent quite a bit of our trip planning time in conversation about if I was ready, if Mister Soandso was ready, if we as a couple were really ready to take a pretty major step in our relationship.  But it felt right so we decided to do it.  In the end, we stayed up until nearly 3 am and the whole thing took quite a bit of floor space and checking with one another about how each felt about each option.  But we did it.  We paired down four boxes of family photos into just one.

Yes, I know you are amazed.  But with some faith in yourself and your relationship to withstand such a process, it really is possible to throw away over 500 bad photos of your first child’s first month of life.  All in the name of progress and the horrid cost of transferring these pictures into a digital format.

We were blessed to have some absolutely gorgeous weather for our last few hours at the beach.  Don’t you just want to head to the beach when you see this kind of stuff?  There is nothing like a sunny day at the beach to make this girl experiment with just how fast she can outrun the incoming tide, how many shells she can hold in each hand and still gesture while speaking, and how many dogs will let her pet them.

So there you have it, my big two day adventure as an experimenting fiend.  Crazy hair, throwing away photos and playing tag with waves.  Seems I really am pretty much a dud.  But I do like to laugh while I’m wallowing in my dudliness.

21 thoughts on “Experimenting…After 18 Years

  1. You are my kind of dud! And, as the ancient Chinese proverb says, “if you can’t laugh at your dudliness, you might as well take off the wig.” Ok. I made that up.

    Looks like it was a fun time…happy anniversary!

    • It really was a great quick trip to the beach. But then, I think a beach trip is good for the soul in more ways than one. Hmm, may need to blog on this some more…. 🙂

  2. I loved the suspense – I really thought there might be some scandal to this story. Anyways, glad you were able to escape and have fun laughing at the memories. Sounds like a perfect way to celebrate a marriage.

    • Oh come on – I was your English teacher – no scandal here folks, move on. Lol! Well, I did read “Lady Chatterly’s Lover” hoping to find the racy parts but by the 1970s, it was pretty tame.

  3. Any time relaxing away from kids sounds heavenly. Although I’d miss them… I think. 🙂

    Thankfully all my of kids photos are digital with only selected ones printed. My children however…

    The beach looks beautiful. I could do without snow tires… or chains.

    • We went fully digital when our oldest was about 4. Which means there were INCHES of pictures that needed to be culled. Nothing like a clean space with no children or pets running through it to get the job done.

  4. hey beautiful, will you please take me wig shopping? You look great both ways, is that what they mean by Sister Wives? Is your hubby guilty of bigotry now? I want long hair – please take me to your wig leader!

    • You know it Beautiful! Actually, I think I may wear it for a show – what do you think? I could really get into the wig scene – much easier than dealing with my own hair. Lol.

  5. Finding your inner child at the beach is at least as rewarding as being carded, right? And NO ONE could think you don’t look younger than your age (OK, not counting that little kid awhile back.) You have a fantastic complexion, Kristina. I’d love to play at the beach with you!

    • I love the ocean so much! Takes me right back to my youth at the beach. I think there is something about it that just soothes my soul. Next time you are here, let me show you my favorite coastie town!

  6. You look like the actress Dana Delaney (when she was 20 years younger) in that wig. Glad you had a fun get away.

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  8. “I don’t even have that tee-shirt anymore…”

    ROF,L! That line just cracked me up. Love it!

    You look gorgeous, with the wig or without it. 🙂

    • 🙂 Seriously, I have no idea what I wore for my wedding night but I can guarantee you it wasn’t sexy or romantic. Holey and thread bare is more like it! Have a great day dearest!

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