Jennie and Corelyn off to Wardrobe Change # 2.
Question: How many men does it take to light a fire?
Answer: 8 – 6 men, 2 men-fire-dancers-with-gasoline.
Jennie and Corelyn off to Wardrobe Change # 2.
Question: How many men does it take to light a fire?
Answer: 8 – 6 men, 2 men-fire-dancers-with-gasoline.
Back in the day, when I was a child, my family and I went to a few runs of the Lilith Fair. We are big fans of Ms. Sarah McLachlan. She is kind of a theme song player in our house. We also love Sheryl Crow, and other ladies who sing their hearts out at festivals (I’m looking at you, Lisa Loeb.) We went two years in a row with a slew of people: the Breens, my cousin Lauren, my cousin Jimmy. etc. The next year we changed the cast of characters, and then that was that. Then we moved to Michigan in April of 1999 and Lilith was just a memory of my past. I remember that one year my best friend Lauren went too, with her Dad and sister. We found each other at breaks, and walked around together (we were sitting on the lawn, they were sitting in seats.) It was one of the first times that I was trusted to go find a friend by myself — I must have been 11 or 12, and I remember finally feeling like I was growing up. I remember my cousin Jimmy told a girl that she had nice wings. She said thanks, danced in a circle, and went on her enchanted way. Mya was at the Lilith Fair one of my two times, and she sang a few of her songs, and then tap danced for like 10 minutes. It stood out in my memory as a moment when I realized some people, even famous people, have talents they don’t always share with the public.
When my sister told me earlier this year that the Lilith Fair was making a comeback, I immediately decided we had to go.
The Breens were on board, because they are generally awesome like that, and plans were made: Lilith Fair, Chicago 2010. Almost-Family Reunion Tour. So tonight I fly to Chicago, to see my sorella and my mom, and my dad, and the Breens, to see Sarah and other woman who know how to rhyme and make me sway. I will be there for less than 48 hours, but it will be worth it. Line up includes:
Sarah McLachlan
Kate Nash
Court Yard Hounds (2/3 of the Dixie Chicks)
La Roux
Heart
Mary J. Blige
And I, for one, cannot wait. Chicago, here I come. Sarah: it’s a long way down to the place where we started from. It’ll be nice to see you again, after 12 years.
Hope everyone else has excellent weekend plans…
Cor, who maintains the other half of Garlic, My Soul, had something to say about a hectic Wednesday:
This Wednesday is:
6 AM. Nope not getting up yet. Snooze. 6:50 AM. I guess I should get up now. Well, just a few minutes more. 8 AM. Crap. Could’ve seen that one coming. Checking e-mails while brushing my teeth. Rehearsal dinner fallout. My sister is fed up. Wait, things looking up, second email from sister includes an “lol.” Family is making nice. Thank God. Sad update e-mail from M. MR has already responded to her with encouragement. Good. Shifting gears to check work e-mail. Nothing urgent. Whew. In the car at 8:40. Calling M . Sorry if I wasn’t the right kind of supportive when we talked last night. It’s ok. MR is visiting. Mental note to check flight costs to Roanoke. She should get back to work. Ok, I’ll check in later, I love you, bye. Sudden realization that people still need to lean on me, even while I’m leaning on others. I can do this. “I will carry you there” followed by “I will come to you.” Thank you iPod. I can definitely do this. Get to work at 9:30. Quick stop for coffee and scone. Still no urgent work e-mails. Whew again. E-mail from Jennie. “Where are you?” Panic. “I’m here! What is it?” Bed bugs. Effing bed bugs. Eww. Gross. More panic. Research. Strategizing. 9:50 AM. E-mail to C about the bed bug situation. C rolls with the punches. That’s why we love her. 10:00 AM. Virtual hugs for M in the form of Hanson songs and videos about the bonds of women. More bed bug panic. It just doesn’t stop being icky. Start a playlist for M. 10:30. Another M e-mail update. Things are looking slightly better. Talking to my sister about the wedding. Half a Xanax. Pandora. Oh right, I’m at work. Cross a few things off the to-do list. Bed bug update. Exterminator coming tomorrow. Sister’s wedding update. She’s dealing with it. 11 AM. More planning for tonight with C. She does NOT do tofu. Hilarious. Almost time for lunch. Back to work, first. Can you find the expense code for our team meetings? Yes. Found. Thank you! Male coworkers have suspiciously disappeared to watch world cup game. Wish I could get away with that. Lunch time finally. Heading to the café with coworker L. Meatball sandwiches, REALLY? Oh no, we can’t eat all that. WAIT! We can split it! Genius. Sample request frustration segues into venting fest about Kaiser Permanente insurance. 1:00 PM all the sudden. I think I need more coffee….
clouds at six forty five. no fire pits open. A Christmas Miracle: a fire pit on the often-forgotten RV side of the park. 7:10 and on the beach, emailing. still cloudy. gluten-free granola and yogurt. on the blanket. under the umbrella. with my bff, and a crossword. 7, 8, 9. Three crosswords, cranberry bread. Coffee from our newly purchased 28 ounce Thermos. Cloudy, cloudy. Multiple trips to the clean (but only by Corelyn and Jennie beach-appropriate stance) bathroom. Cannot fall asleep. Quiet ocean. Hanson, The Fray. Inappropriate friend music, because Cor and I can. crazy creek chairs. More coffee. Reading, reading, book club book to be finished. 9:30. “Marco” and 11 am and friends. Sun peaking, peaking. Laying under blankets. Curling up. Now sweatshirts off. Sun peaking, peaking out.Sunshine. Time flying: snacks. chocolate cake. Wardrobe change number 1: bathing suits, cover ups. Sunscreen. 11 to 12. Sandwiches, turkey cheese and lettuce. Cheese-its. Jeff, bike, table, food, cooler. More friends. Snacking, snacking, Scrabble. Travel scrabble. Sun peaked, out and open. sunscreen. Bare legs, blanket spread. Umbrella flying, flying away, and caught. Digging a hole, and reburied. Flying away again, digging a second hole. Stay. put. please. Skipping the Hanson song, new playlist. New iPod. Jay’s, because his music diversifies all. Sunscreen. Scrabble, more friends, twenty strong. Laughing, sunshine, waves huge against the shore. Solar noon, one o’clock. Calls from friends, packing it in, parking miles away. Parking far, along the beach trail, sitting on the beach, waiting for friends. Coolers everywhere, chips, bags of chips. Pretzels. Cousins arriving. Ocean, swimming to the breaking point. “Don’t worry, I’m a certified lifeguard.” Swimming, ocean throwing us back to shore, saying “thank you very much, but I’d rather be alone, today.” Sandy, to the showers. Warm shower, unlike Rocky Neck, warming my body and soul. Back to the blanket fortress. Those are our friends. We bring the party: we bring the funk. Twenty six strong. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. Should we grill? Paper plates, reorganization of the table: chips, dessert, coolers. Corn? Who brought the corn? Charcoal ready, orders taken: fifteen hot dogs, fifteen hamburgers, cheese on most burgers, veggie burgers, corn, kabobs. “Last call for the grill” twice, two more burgers, finish off the hot dogs. Bun me. Bun me. Ketchup, mustard, bun me. Lighting the grill twice to cook all that burger, kabobs. “Who wants veggies?” Log cabin fire pit, and seven pm. “Look at all the boys, trying to start the fire!” Wardrobe change number 2. Trouble starting the fire. “Hey, do you need some help starting your fire?” Fire dancers, performing for us, two strong, boom box out. Fire finally, finally started. Grill off, burgers made, everyone full. Sun setting. Catch phrase. “Ponies!” told again. Accusations of conspiracy, and replaced by others to move onto another circle of friends. Lovely, lovely castle girls. Four of us together again. Fire started, moving towards with all friends surrounding me. S’mores, s’more sticks, because Becca rocks. Mallow. Graham. Chocolate. friends. Laughing, smiling, talking. Fireworks on the beach. Fireworks far off, Malibu, Marina del Ray, Santa Monica. Fireworks on the RV park beach. Dockweiler, you crazy thing you. Fireworks everywhere, quiet noise sweeping across the ocean. Some good byes. Laughing, hugging, taking photos. Smell that ocean, smell that fire. Singing patriotic songs, fireworks. Some more good byes. Some more singing, mallows, chocolate. Fire, add the logs…fire. Sing that Smash Mouth, because everyone knows the words. New friends, old friends. Dying down, number minimized to the original group – because we bring the party. Packing up. Hold on, I need my headlamp. Bike to the car, because he can. Breaking down our fort. Headlamp, lantern. Loads to the car. Sand, everywhere. Packing it up, packing it in, packing it home. Friends say good bye, final time that night. Hugs, all around, between us all, more than 30 by the time we were done. See you soon, see you soon, see you tomorrow, see you later, see you at book club, see you at the movies, see you Wednesday, see you when you return, see you when I cook you dinner, please come over soon.
Car. quiet. fireworks about the city. Sleep, tired. Sun, sunburn, sun down, sun gone, good night. Light up the night sky, say goodbye. sleep.