A month ago around this time I went to a free happy hour and somehow ended up in the North End of Boston with a cigar in one hand and a cannoli in the other.
Two weekends ago I was in western Mass at my college roommate's bridal shower and helped sew a wedding vale together (you know me, Miss Debbie Domestic). I also learned that weekend what a garlic press is and that cabbage is not the same as lettuce even though to me they look identical.
Last Wednesday, I went to Colby Alumni Pub Night in Boston and came in last place at Colby Trivia. My group had no idea who the President of the Board of Trustees was but did guess the name of Bro's pet pig correctly. As you can see, what is important to some is not important to others.
Last weekend I found myself in Indianapolis visiting my darling Meredith and during a game of Catch Phrase, correctly guessed "Suze Orman" (the economist that often appears in O Magazine) but failed at every word in the sports division. I also learned that unless a Bengali Tiger is fully sedated, you should never try to push it out of a tree.
Today, while Melissa and I were at Payless on our lunch break, we witnessed a crime. Leaving the store, the woman in front of us set off the alarm and assuming it was a glitch in the system (as it usually is), none of us flinched. As soon as we got out of the store, the woman ran so fast our heads were spinning. Tom later asked me if, like a Good Samaritan, I had jumped and tackled her to the ground. I told Tom I jumped and tackled someone once in high school (not just for fun but to help another kid who was getting picked on) and really didn't feel like doing that again over a pair of cheaply made shoes.
Tonight I realized that I get more bridal magazines than any other mail and I swear to God, someone registered me somewhere as a joke. If David's Bridal calls me one more time to congratulate me on my wedding this June, I am going to retaliate with a few eye pecks.
On Friday, I leave for Italy to visit my sister who has been studying abroad in Florence and am completely packed and ready. It is going to be a whirlwind tour, but this much I know- I will have stomped on grapes at a Vineyard before I return to the U.S., even if I have to bring the damn grapes with me myself. I will also eat delicious, delicious pasta. And perhaps ride a Vespa.
Question of the day: What would you do differently in your life if there was no one there to judge it? If you could go back to being ten and fall hopelessly in love with someone who made no sense at all? If you had the courage to do precisely what it is your heart wants right this VERY moment?
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