Circle of Dancing Bubbies

The wedding was in the middle of the week, about a two-hour drive from my home. I’m “directionally challenged,” so I don’t drive on highways alone. I was fortunate enough to find someone in my community who was going to the wedding who could give me a ride.

Of course, life never turns out as planned, and a few hours before the wedding my ride fell through. Putting a message on a WhatsApp ride group, the only possibility came from a woman’s ride service. I rationalized it would be well worth the money and booked someone immediately.

My driver turned out to be a lovely young woman, and we had a nice conversation along the way. Not for the two-hour ride… but for three-and-a-half! The traffic was pretty much at a standstill. I tried to remain calm, but, as those who know me can attest, it wasn’t so easy!

Finally, we pulled up to the wedding hall and I paid the driver, grabbed my small suitcase, garment bag, and sheitel box, and hurried inside. I know I scared a few children as I raced down the hallway asking in a too-loud-voice for directions to the ladies’ restroom. I changed in record time, put on my sheitel slightly askew, and when I heard the band playing badeken music, decided to forego putting on lipstick and jewelry.