If all goes to plan, the one on the far right will be me in fifty years or so.

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Remember that time I forgot I had a blog?

This weekend I drove overnight to take part in the wedding of two of the world's finest people. I tend not to be an overtly emotional person, but weddings get me, especially when it's a couple I've known for the length of their relationship and whom I treasure separately and together.

It's easy, in one's twenties, to be a little cynical. I fall into it often. But once in a while I am reminded of the power of how much two people can love each other, and how they can be bolstered by all the people who care about them, and that's a pretty amazing thing. Congratulations to my amazing friends, who have a beautiful life ahead of them.

I'm in Maine for a few days, by myself. It's so quiet and familiar. As happens every time, I can't quite figure out why I left in the first place.

Conversations

I'm going to a pool party this afternoon and forgot to buy beer yesterday, so today I called my neighborhood wine store to see if they were open.

Me: Oh, hi! I was just wondering what your hours are today.
NLS: Nine to eleven.
Me: (Looking at clock) So if I run in I can still make it?
NLS: Oh, honey! Eleven p.m.! Don't you run anywhere in this heat. You come in nice and leisurely. 

Thanks, Boston. Missed you.

Unemployment = More Cooking

I made a bastardized niçoise for dinner. It's big enough to take over the world. 

Re-entry

It's been a busy time. I had a friend in town, then I went out of town, then I threw a bachelorette party, then I moved across four states. I'm still pretty exhausted, and it will take me a while to settle back in. But tonight I made myself a nice, healthy dinner, opened a beer, and went up to the roof deck to hang out at a rain cloud rolled in. Moving is hard, and adjusting to new circumstances is difficult, but sometimes it's more than worth it.

I have a dear friend coming in a few days for a visit. Stocking up on white wine, diet Coke, and museum tickets.