Hippie come-ons

Hi.

Last weekend, I went to a music festival with one of my besties. It was 400 degrees, so he was surly. We had some beers when arrived. On the way there, a young bride with a full skirt caught my friend's attention. "Look at this goddamn bride getting her picture taken on the bridge. Fucking asshole."

Admittedly, it's not a pretty bridge. I heart him.

After some beers in the heat, we ran into a friend from college and her beau. They ran into some more people. We watched some middle schoolers rocking Talking Heads and Nirvana. No joke. They drew a crowd.

Among the friends our friend brought to the mix was a hippie who had also had some beers. Hacky Sack and I struck up a conversation about the arts. He asked what I wrote. I said mostly essays and memoir about the uncomfortable. Like what, he wanted to know. Religion, relationships, sex - you know, life.

At this, he lit up. He talked a bit about his romance experience and said he was very interested in talking about relationships. He gave me his card. I tried some back-and-forth until he said, "Yeah! I'm most interested in talking about things in the physical realm, you know?"

Yeah, pumpkin. I know. That's when I texted my friend, who was standing to my right. "Help!" And he did.

A couple days later, I had a thing published about relationships. But not the kind that interested Hacky Sack.

If you're interested, please check it out here (and stick around because there is some great writing going on there).

Cheers.

A New Person

It's been years since I've posted here. It seems like just yesterday, and it seems like a long time ago.

I am a different person.

I got a master's degree, and then I got a divorce. Not a conscious uncoupling. A traditional, horrible, mean divorce. The kind your parents had in '76 or '82. Before Ivanna told us, "Don't get mad. Get everything."

This is not the right venue for me to share intimate details of my divorce, and really, it's fresh enough to be self-centered and not of value to the greater good. Yet.

I'm working on a website ... slowly, as I have a full time job and I'm a single-parent of two hilarious, brilliant, and remarkably weird kids. I might move this stuff over there. Or move some of it. Or none of it.

I thought I would want a fresh notebook because my writing style has changed with my life.

But I just logged in to poke around the blogs I've missed and felt like I reconnected to old friends.

I'm going to sit here the rest of the afternoon with a cup of coffee and the leftover chocolate-covered strawberries from Valentine's Day and visit old friends. I don't know that anyone will see this, but if you do, I've missed you and I'm happy to see you again.

I leave you with an old toast ...

Here's to you, and here's to me,
Friends, friends we'll always be,
But should we ever disagree,
The fuck with you and here's to me!

Cheers,
S.E.