Sunday, June 26, 2011
related
I'm keeping another blog for a few months. Scandalous, I know. I may well write here because this, along with letters, are my creative writing outlets. This other blog is about preparing for a 5K to raise funds for Open Books. I'm excited about writing about my body and the fears I hold in it as I try running.
remember, reflect, refer
I've had some amazing drinking experience that I didn't capture here in the past month or so. Let's remember.
Early this month, my dear friends Eben and Anna got married. For four days, we celebrated with Natty Bohs, bloody marys, and wine. So many of my best friends were all in one place at the same time! Not only did we celebrate with booze, we celebrated with love and exuberant joy. We were excited for the new couple and just to be together. These are people who knew me and know me. They, like family, shape who I am and how I see myself.
I also got to spend some quality time with Eryn at her grandmother's sweeeet house on lake Michigan. Part of what made that lakehouse so incredible, aside from the QT with Eryn, was the massive collection of booze grandma keeps for entertaining. From the high-end scotch in crystal decanters to Coors Light cans, this woman can meet any guest's boozey needs. Also, she takes the time to make imbibing an experience. For example, she keeps Waterford crystal around for Sunday bloody marys in case she's feeling luxurious. She is truly an inspiration.
Both of these weekends of booze got all shaken (not stirred) in my head with what I'm doing, where I am, where I've been, and who I want to be. Generally, I've been preoccupied with the shifting notions of identity. Is there some essential part of us that remains and sustains over time or is everything about us malleable? Am I who I think I am? What I do? Who others think I am?
This sums it up and stabilizes me.
Early this month, my dear friends Eben and Anna got married. For four days, we celebrated with Natty Bohs, bloody marys, and wine. So many of my best friends were all in one place at the same time! Not only did we celebrate with booze, we celebrated with love and exuberant joy. We were excited for the new couple and just to be together. These are people who knew me and know me. They, like family, shape who I am and how I see myself.
I also got to spend some quality time with Eryn at her grandmother's sweeeet house on lake Michigan. Part of what made that lakehouse so incredible, aside from the QT with Eryn, was the massive collection of booze grandma keeps for entertaining. From the high-end scotch in crystal decanters to Coors Light cans, this woman can meet any guest's boozey needs. Also, she takes the time to make imbibing an experience. For example, she keeps Waterford crystal around for Sunday bloody marys in case she's feeling luxurious. She is truly an inspiration.
Both of these weekends of booze got all shaken (not stirred) in my head with what I'm doing, where I am, where I've been, and who I want to be. Generally, I've been preoccupied with the shifting notions of identity. Is there some essential part of us that remains and sustains over time or is everything about us malleable? Am I who I think I am? What I do? Who others think I am?
This sums it up and stabilizes me.
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