December 9 – Party
Prompt: Party. What social gathering rocked your socks off in 2010? Describe the people, music, food, drink, clothes, shenanigans.
(Author: Shauna Reid)
This feels like a younger bird's game. I don't go to a lot of parties. Most of my social life has been with family in recent years. And the kind of party that includes anything resembling shenanigans is way, way in the past for me. But I can write about two occasions that were special this year, one before the hard parts of the year, and one after they were well underway.
First, although it happened later, I had a wild Mexican lunch with four other clergywomen. We drank Margaritas at lunchtime. Okay, I did. I don't remember much about what other people did. This happened just after Sam died, and I was hurting, and not really sure I was ready to be out anywhere. Everything in me felt too tender to touch. But the company of compassionate friends (some new, some old) carried me past the first wave of grief and gave me a glimpse of a future when things will be less painful. I'm grateful for that, even if tequila has been known to give me a headache.
(I recommend lots of water, later.)
Now let's turn the clock back to spring, to a quieter, less complicated time, before my dog was sick, before my job search, before I knew the form of my life would change so completely.
One of the reasons the RevGals' Big Event cruise will be on Carnival instead of Norwegian Sky next year is that we didn't find the food impressive this year unless we went to the venues that had a cover charge. But on that last night, I was part of a group that ate in one of the select restaurants. We dressed up–well, I did. I don't remember much about what other people were wearing. I just know the Peach Bellini was exceptional, and after that we were all sharing everything that came to the table, and the food was *fabulous.* The company was pretty sweet, too. We had two tables close together for eight of us, and there was a lot of talking back and forth. Not exactly shenanigans, but it was a beautiful meal, and we had a gorgeous view, all after a day spent in the warm air and sunshine of the Bahamas.
Later our group gathered for the last time, formally, and we heard inspiriting words from our presenter, and then one of my dearest friends led us to Communion, which is really the ultimate party in a lot of ways. The room felt full of love and joy. Our company crossed boundaries of geography and denomination and generation. And as we passed the peace with hugs, the sense of galship was powerful and tender among us.
(This picture is from the night before, but it recalls the happy shenanigans for me.)