Saturday, Sara & Scott FINALLY turned 30 and had a lovely party in their lovelier apartment. I feel like 30 is sort of an acknowledgment of midlife - hopefully its not actually your mid-life, but it leaves you wavering between young and silly and old and mature. For example, on one hand, there were two pregnant women and one set of parent's of two at the party ... on the other hand, I'd venture to say there was a fair bit of silliness fueled by lack of significant next day obligations. Where did I fall? Probably right in the middle, which I suppose is where I belong - I had much to do the next day but not so much that I had to leave early or not have that extra beer.
Sunday, I was up bright and early and back to the city for a baby shower. An acknowledgment of the very beginning of life. I LOATHE baby showers, but I'll admit that this one was kind of nice. Small. Just friends. Good food and not too much annoying oohing and aahing. Although, the mother to be did receive a swaddling blanket that came with DVDed instructions. I just don't understand.
The mother to be had her baby the next morning at 3 am. Talk about cutting it close!
I went from the shower to Brooklyn (with a pit stop at the bike store ... there was an incident with a gel that required me to get new gloves. once that stuff dries its like crazy glue!) to visit my grandmother in the nursing home type place. A late life acknowledgment.
If I was more poetic or profound I'd think of some nifty conclusion that reflected on the stages of life. But, I'm not that profound. I wrapped up my weekend of activity with a martini at the local bar. I'm not sure what that is reflective of. But it tasted good!
I started the week of exhausted and organized after loosing my Sunday to baby showers and nursing home visits and when I got home last night there was a note in the mail telling me I was REJECTED from the triathlon I planned to do in June. Apparently it filled up fast (although my friend who mailed his application on the same day as me got in) so I shouldn't take it personally. But I do. Who wouldn't want me?? Ok, don't answer that. Apparently the Wyckoff triathlon, among others, wouldn't want me. I think there is a race in Connecticut that I can probably do instead ... of course Connecticut is more than 25 minutes away and I really do enjoy to sleep. Sigh.
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I'm glad you had fun at the party. Interesting observation about the people that were there...I was definitely involved in the silliness and not the responsibility probably much to the dismay of Liz.
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