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Jul. 7th, 2008 10:57 amI've been thinking (and reading) about my past a lot recently. It makes me tired to remember all the ups and downs, and to recall my many mistakes. But measuring the difference between life then and life now really illustrates just how much has changed for me in the last six years or so. I am refreshed by that difference and the gifts that time has given me. Better decision-making, a surer sense-of-self, a deeper reserve of calm. I am less vulnerable and able to take myself less seriously. It's all progress.
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It was a whirlwind of a weekend. Little Jamie is back in West Virginia. Before he left, we swam together a bunch, watched The Spiderwick Chronicles one and a half times, and read five or six bedtime stories together. He was whisked back home early on Saturday, and after a quick recovery period (laundry, lounging, Top Chef marathon) I launched into the social half of my weekend. With some old and new friends, I went to Rehoboth Beach and managed to score some frolic time in the ocean, despite the weather, which was kind of drizzly and cool. A quartet of us roamed the boardwalk. I was tipsy and brazen. Later, we went to a drag show at one of the gayest establishments Rehoboth has to offer. One of our party performed; she was glorious and put every other queen to shame. One long and drowsy drive later (complete with a hilarious round of my favorite car game), I was home and sleeping like a rock.
Coundtown until next weekend: 75ish hours!
It was a whirlwind of a weekend. Little Jamie is back in West Virginia. Before he left, we swam together a bunch, watched The Spiderwick Chronicles one and a half times, and read five or six bedtime stories together. He was whisked back home early on Saturday, and after a quick recovery period (laundry, lounging, Top Chef marathon) I launched into the social half of my weekend. With some old and new friends, I went to Rehoboth Beach and managed to score some frolic time in the ocean, despite the weather, which was kind of drizzly and cool. A quartet of us roamed the boardwalk. I was tipsy and brazen. Later, we went to a drag show at one of the gayest establishments Rehoboth has to offer. One of our party performed; she was glorious and put every other queen to shame. One long and drowsy drive later (complete with a hilarious round of my favorite car game), I was home and sleeping like a rock.
Coundtown until next weekend: 75ish hours!
