RGF. Resting Gym Face. I have written about it before, and I am going to say it again. I have a serious Resting Gym Face. The other day at the gym, Franz told the other trainers, ALL about my RGF. His actual words were, ‘I don’t even know what her normal face looks like, because she always has some dumb look going on’. #helovesme
In reality, I have Resting Bitch Face, in general. Recently that was proven to me over and over (and over and over), while I was on vacation visiting friends in Arizona. I was there for a good friends wedding, and spent a lot of time with her, and some of the other girls in the wedding party.
It all started the night I got there, when we went out to dinner. I had been up since 5:30 am Boston time, and it was 7 pm in Scottsdale. If you’re slow on math, that means that it was 10 pm back in Boston. I was tired. I was hungry. Apparently, I had RBF. The bride snapped a lovely photo of me, laughed her ass off, showed everyone, everyone laughed THEIR asses off, and then it began. Their mission to take as many pictures of my RBF as possible.
At the end of my 5 day trip, an album was shared to my phone with 35 pictures (btw: this was only from ONE persons camera), exclusively of my faces. It was really really difficult, but I narrowed the images down to the top 6, including the one that started it all.
Let’s start from the top and work our way right…
- RBF at dinner the first night that I was there. The image that started it all…
- RBF face in Sedona when I caught the bride taking a photo of me during lunch. This was actually a series of about 6 images.
- Dumb face during the cocktail hour of the wedding with one of the best bridemaids around.
- Your Fat Girl Wunning making her best face while waiting in line for Ice Cream for 10 minutes, and then I didn’t even buy any.
- Back to the first night, where the restaurant made a mistake of having a wooden cut out, and I took full advantage.
- Finally, while walking in Sedona, I stopped to say hello to a mannequin on a bench. We had a thrilling and hilarious conversation.
So this may not have been totally about the gym, but I sure do hope that I could make you laugh on this lovely day.
I’d like to thank the contributors to this lovely entry. The bride herself, Steph, and her lovely husband Josh, and two of the best bridesmaids I’ve ever had the pleasure of sharing matching dresses with, Jen and Cassandra.
Also, just because I can’t be the only one having all of the fun here, I decided to add my favorite gem of the bride, who also made some incredible faces, during our time together.
I love you Stephie, xoxo! -‘popcorn’.