Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Category: Aubrey Abbott


Aubrey Abbott (Part 1)

November 14th, 2010 | Comment »

I thought it might be fun to write Reed’s friend Aubrey since I’ve written so much Reed now.  If you haven’t read Reed’s story, you can find Parts 1-9 here.

“One…two…three!  Open your eyes,” Carrie says excitedly.

I muffle a gasp as my eyes adjust to the sight of myself in the mirror.  My naturally straight blonde hair is shellacked into tiny corkscrew curls.  And my makeup.  There simply aren’t words. 

“It’s lovely,” I say, pasting on a smile.

“That means she hates it,” Reed says dryly as she sprays her own mess of curls.

“No, I didn’t say that,” I say, fingering a lock that has fallen in my face.

“You look fabulous,” Carrie says, stepping back to admire her work.  “The men are going to want to eat you alive!”

Nothing about that sounds appealing.  I attempt to remove some of the dark gray eyeshadow with a swipe of my finger.

“Stop, you’ll smear it,” Carrie says.  “Speaking of eating you alive, we have something for you!”

Carrie runs into the bedroom attached to the bathroom we’re all crowded into while Reed continues to fluff her curls.  I catch Reed’s eyes in the mirror as I attempt to tone down my curls by smoothing my hands over the top from root to tip.  She gives me a sly smile.  I know she’s loving every minute of this.

Truth is, this bachelorette party is more for Reed and Carrie than me.  I would have been happy going out for a nice dinner and drinking wine in our pajamas back at home afterwards.  But no, Reed and Carrie insisted we have an all-girls beach weekend, complete with bar crawl. 

“This,” Carrie says, holding up what appears to be a candy necklace, “should have gone on before we did your hair.  I’m afraid we’ll mash it down putting it on.  Reed, help me.”

I have no idea why a candy necklace is a part of my outfit for the night, but I have a feeling I’m not going to like the answer. Continue reading »

Back to top