I was sitting at the bar yesterday in O’Hanlon’s reading about how life is like a river that constantly flows, interacting with its environment, and creating yet new harmonious patterns. Then suddenly my stream of consciousness was interrupted by a beautiful woman in a strapless dress, who wanted to talk to me. Her name was Cheryl and she was a bride’s maid in a wedding party.
As with most wedding parties, this one came with a bride and groom, Kimberly & Clayton. They wanted what I had, and Cheryl was the girl tasked with getting it. She explained that my spot at the bar would make a great photo opportunity for the bride. Kimberly was indeed a beautiful bride, and her dress was equally strapless. I realized that the act of her, or any other bride’s maid, climbing on top that bar, may lead to a boob falling out. I was happy to oblige.
I very quickly, and mildly, slipped into filmmaker mode. I made some subtle adjustments to the scenery, placing chairs and even providing my half drunk pint ‘o Keith’s as a prop. When all was said and done, the wedding party even paid for my pint. How’s that for going with the flow?
No boobs fell out, but it was still the highlight of my day.
After that I headed to my cousin Patti’s house where Mike and Tammy were staying. We had a fondu and a few drinks. Before too long I realized that I was going to be stuck there for the night, having tipped back one too many glasses of champagne.
It was still a New Year’s spent with lang syne people in my life, except this night featured more drama. These were drunken dysfunctional family members rather than just friends I go back to high school with. There were a lot of laughs, and even a few tears. It’s always good to find ways to keep the channel open with people I’ve known all my life but see very little of. With that said, I feel bad for crapping out on Shawn last night. Next time you see him, tell him I owe him a beer.
So now I’m sitting at a table in a coffee shop writing in my blog, and once again am wondering what to do with my day. I don’t really feel like making plans. Three guys are playing Backgammon at the table next to me, and I may introduce myself to them. Beyond that, nothing really leaps out at me.
They say the first day of a new year is always a good time for new resolutions and reflections but I don’t really feel like doing that this year. I’m still getting lots of mileage out of old resolutions and reflections and I’m really happy with the direction my life has taken. I’ll continue to set goals and roll with the flows, but more than anything, I feel like I have unfinished business with the lessons I thought I learned from the serendipitous happenings of 2009.
Have a great year everyone! May all of life’s boobs grace your falls through all your journeys though 2010!