There were plenty of scary news stories, social injustices, and other important topics flooding our feeds this past week. I’m addressing it the only way I know how when I’m overwhelmed: Reverting to childhood nostalgia.
- Pokémon Go: I’m sorry to acknowledge it, but you can’t go anywhere without hearing someone talk about this damn game. I personally haven’t played it myself — nor do I plan to — but something that permeates every conversation and literally every meeting of mine this week at least deserves an honorable mention. I just wish it came with a dash of common sense.
- Lucky Strike: Before this past weekend, I’d only enjoyed beverages and light snacks at this SF franchise. I decided to go old-school with a birthday bowling party here, and it ended up being a ridiculously fun evening surrounded by friends. The drinks were strong, the games were not, and the ‘90s–’00s jams really kept us going.
- Jennifer Aniston: America’s sweetheart wrote an engaging and informative essay for HuffPo, published yesterday, entitled “For the Record.” Among her many points made, it’s vital our culture acknowledge that, as women: “We are complete with or without a mate, with or without a child. We get to decide for ourselves what is beautiful when it comes to our bodies.” Preach, Rachel Green. Preach.
- “Just Like Fire” – P!nk: Falling down the rabbit hole doesn’t sound so bad when it comes with a soundtrack like this. Plus, I’ve loved P!nk since she came on the music scene in 1999, which either makes me admittedly old or adorably loyal. Either way, this one’s on repeat.
Happy Canada Day, eh? In all honesty, there’s a bevy of things to celebrate this week so let’s just get right down to it:
- SCOTUS for Gay Marriage: It’s old news by now, but hotdamnhowamazing! What a time to witness what happens when love conquers all. I hope your social-media feeds were filled with as much compassion as mine! This country still has a long way to go, but steps like this make me #proud.
- SF Pride: Speaking of, this weekend’s Pride festivities were absolutely fabulous. All the rainbows and sparkles and skin aside, it was truly incredible to see so many come together to support human rights.
- 4th of July: Um, heller. America and I celebrate our birthday in style each year, and I can’t wait to go wine tasting in Napa on Saturday. Whatever you’re doing to celebrate (me), be safe. Nothing brings a party down like fireworks gone wrong!
- “Stand Up” – Jessie J: Since I’m just oozing positivity and love, this anthem seems fitting. Like she croons, “…you’re as old as you feel you are, and if you don’t reach for the moon you can’t fall on the stars.” PREACH.
I thought it was Tuesday for most of the day, once again proving how great I am at being an adult and keeping track of anything.
On one hand, I thought I was being super proactive by figuring out my WOs a day ahead. On the other hand, I fear I’m slowly slipping into madness.
Let’s just get to the good stuff, shall we?
- Jen & Matt Getting Married: I’m heading to Florida this weekend to witness the nuptials of my dear sorority sister/former co-worker and her betrothed. I have no doubt it’ll be a beautiful day and I can’t wait to celebrate with them!
- This Ladybug: Adding to my excitement for this trip is the fact that I’ll finally meet my beautiful niece! She is clearly the cutest child to ever be born, and I can’t promise that she won’t be coming back to NYC with me.
- “Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?”: After a few heavy reads, it was time for me to lighten up a bit and reread Mindy Kaling’s hilarious memoir. She is my muse, my everything!
- “Gorilla” – Bruno Mars: These WOs are nothing, if not random, so my only explanation for loving this song is that I’ve gone bananas. Did you see what I did there?
Today is my parents’ anniversary.
33 years ago, they held hands in a church.
They vow to love and support one another so long as they both shall live. Friends and family — and God, lest we forget — witness the start of a long road ahead.
3 years later, they hold hands in a hospital room.
And they hold their baby boy — the first grandson for her family’s side. He will be a pioneer of many things: fearless, curious and stubborn as hell. He will challenge and change their lives forever.
4 years later, they hold hands in another hospital room.
They can’t hold their baby girl —the doctors deliver diagnoses much faster than they delivered the incubated infant. She will be a fighter: for life, for independence and for respect.
8 years later, they hold hands in ICU.
He’s suffered a stroke. She awoke in the night to find him lifeless. The ambulance sirens screamed, waking their children. The kids don’t understand why Daddy doesn’t recognize them. They can’t comprehend the doctors’ advice that Mommy should make funeral arrangements. They have no idea the impact this day will have.
10 years later, they don’t hold hands often.
The kids have moved away, forcing a harsh spotlight on an imperfect marriage. Their separate interests have become time-consuming; missed festivities, massive fights and mangled feelings are all too common. Their love and support is routine, but no longer remarkable.
8 years later, they hold hands on the beach.
Their son and his beautiful wife vow to love and support one another so long as they both shall live. Friends and family — many who were there in June 1980 — witness the start of a new road ahead.
Less than a year later, they hold hands in a waiting room.
He’s got Stage IV liver cancer, the doctors say. He can beat it with chemo, they say. He’s in the best possible care, they say. Everything we inherited — being fearless, curious and stubborn as hell; and fighting for life, for independence and for respect — we’ve never needed them more.
Today is my parents’ anniversary.
And I just pray for another 33 years of hand-holding and kept vows.
With so much to celebrate and so little time, it’s best we just jump right in to this week’s obsessions:
- Pop’s Birthday: My grandpa turns 83 today, making him simultaneously the most seasoned and badass member of the family. Here’s to another year of laughs, love and killing the Sunday crossword.
- Rachel Getting Married: No, not the movie. I’m talking about this Saturday’s nuptials of my twinsie, Rachel, and her ManFiancé. I couldn’t be more excited to spend time with them and the crazy crew.
- The Florida Keys: It’s just so unfortunate I have to travel to the Florida Keys for Rachel’s wedding. Woe is me. Juuust kidding — bring on the sunshine and salty air, stat!
- “Duck Dynasty”: I’m way behind on this one, but I just started watching this hilarious glimpse of self-made millionaires in the Louisiana backwoods. They all say ridiculous things, but naturally, Si is my favorite. He’s a real peach.