Live It Till It Lasts (Part 1)

 You will be 27 this year and don’t really remember getting this far. You’re old enough to be trusted by your dad with his brand new Toyota, you have a Blackberry which was purchased only after they had made it clear that it wasn’t only for the men in black and even your mom has stopped waking you up in the mornings, as your cell phone isn’t after all only a communication device.
 On your way back from the office, you stop at the florist to buy a bouquet of pretty red roses in preparation for the night ahead. It’s your school friend’s engagement this very night and you want to be on time to avoid the nagging of all the girlfriends who demand of you to be there before the guests and take part in their giggling and frolicking. Being the only single girl, or should you say lady perhaps, would only get you some looks of sympathy from all the mothers present there. You are in the middle of a traffic jam and the guy driving the car next to yours doesn’t help matters by taking to a constant stare at your profile. Suppressing the urge to show him the finger, you increase the volume of the radio trying to distract yourself from your ogling neighbor.
After putting up a fight with the heat and traffic of the city you congratulate yourself on finally reaching home. You quickly shower and put on a neon dress in contrast with your dark mood hoping it would bring some color to your cheeks. After straightening your locks and putting on some shades of Maybelline, you give an approving nod to the mirror and pick up the roses and your shimmery bag on your way down the stairs. You find your mom already sitting in the car waiting for you to finally take her out somewhere.
 You hop into the car and once again dive in to the sea of cars on the busy roads of the city. Nearly an hour goes by before you pull over at the venue gate, the dazzling lights nearly blinding you. After victoriously emerging from the powerful embraces of all those who were told to greet the guests enthusiastically at the entrance, you join your girls and notice your mom receiving quite a few sympathies by all their mothers on account of your single hood.
 There begins a series of photo shoots with the ‘unphotogenic’ you managing to look nauseated in each photograph making the females demand quite a few extra clicks, not willing to let you ruin their picture. The food is served much later than what you could have hoped for, making your tummy growl disgracefully along the entire length of the photo shoot. You take a plunge into the pack of wolves attacking the food, trying not to knock anyone off their feet while gracefully taking in their periodic elbowing. You surface after some time with a gleam of victory in your eyes holding two equally piled up plates in your hands, the other one for your mom of course. After a fulfilling meal and a series of goodbye kisses taking longer than the time it took you to put on your makeup, you realize your mom is nowhere to be seen, making you curse yourself for losing her in the crowd during the goodbyes.