I had big plans. New year, new website. But then, Life. Isn't that always the way? But here we are and I'm here to tell you, the stuff that has gotten in the way has been worth it.
2014 was rough. I could go on and on about it but I'm not going to. As that annoying inspirational quote I see on Pinterest ALL. THE. TIME. says, "How can you move on to the next chapter if you are constantly re-reading the last?" I hate it when inspirational quotes have a point. It's the worst, right?
Instead, I'm going to tell you about New Years Eve...
I need to be clear about something... if I had expectations, they were low. 2014 knocked me on my ass. I didn't have it in me to get real excited.
My husband, Shawn (aka Shampton) is in a intergalactic Marching Band from Outer Space called LoveBomb Go-Go. They all dress in silver and white and my favorite thing about the band is watching people stumble upon them. The look on their faces is always, "I don't know what's happening but I think like it."
Anyway, they decided the best way to spend New Years was crashing parties. (They prearranged the crashing. Just showing up with 18 people and horns and drums would be rude. They're space freaks, not space assholes.) So, at the first place they crashed I knew this was going to be one of my best New Year's Eves ever. They played and were fantastic but the crowd all looked like something magical had happened to them. That's how it went at the second location and the third. At the fourth and last, we counted down to midnight. Pretty great. After that, most of the band headed to a party where former members of the band were playing in big band at 1:00 AM. Shawn and I were pretty psyched.
We arrived at the party and were immediately greeted by friendly faces and big hugs. We spent the first half hour we were at this party moving from hug to hug, all from people I was delighted to see. I was also having a really good time people watching between hugs. People were DRESSED UP. I mean, Shawn was dressed in his LoveBomb GoGo costume and I was in a silver dress and we weren't the best dressed, BY FAR. We looked good but dang. At almost one o'clock, I felt pretty fucking good about 2015 so far. And then...
I ran into a friend who'd lost some cash. I don't know about you but losing cash makes me feel like the worst adult ever. It's like I can hear my Grandpa's voice in my head saying, "Money doesn't grow on trees, kid!" Ugh. So, I felt her pain. She was bummed. I was bummed for her.
The band started. We danced. And danced some more. We were good. So good another friend made me try and show her a few moves. She & I were doing pretty good until we looked over and saw Shawn and her guy swing dancing together and we lost our shit laughing.
At some point, I took a break and grabbed some water. My friend who had lost her money? She found it. We agreed this was an auspicious sign for 2015.
The night went on and was amazing. We danced, chatted with friends and kissed, A LOT. So much that multiple friends commented on how much we'd made out at that party. I don't know what to say. He is my favorite person to make out with, after all, and we did look fine.
Here's a thing you should know about me: I've spent the bulk of my adult life feeling disappointed in parties. I thought that parties when you became an adult were like parties in movies. Breakfast at Tiffany's, The Pink Panther, The Party... These are my favorites and they all feature CRAZY parties.
Once, in Amsterdam, with a group of friends, we had to climb over a table to get to our seats at a Tapas restaurant. The room was raucous and the booze was free flowing. I had a moment that night when I looked around the table at my friends and thought, "this is it and it's so much better than the movies."
We used to throw giant Halloween parties and one year a friend showed up in a gorilla suit just because I asked him to. That was also pretty fucking great.
There was also that Fat Tuesday oh so many years ago. That's a story for another time.
But this New Year's Eve was absolutely the party of my childhood dreams and so much better than the movies. It felt like anything could happen. It's left me feeling hopeful about 2015 and life in general.
(Confession: I wrote this blog post and then let it sit. I told myself I just needed to write the first blog post and then I'd launch the site. I wrote it and then... Right. But I want to be clear: I thought about launching the site a dozen times. I just didn't. I thought it was because I'm lazy. Last night I figured out the real reason why. The blog post didn't end there. Or at least that's what I'm telling myself.)
LoveBomb Go-Go opened for Sir Mix-a-Lot. I swear you couldn't come up with a more Portland way to spend Valentine's Day. The marching band was amazing. The crowd was totally into them and Shawn busted out some dance moves while playing that made me giggle. He told me that was my real Valentine. After they were done, he and I wandered the neighborhood in search of food and to kill some time. We walked up to an English Pub behind six people in really impressive Sock Monkey costumes - hand knit bodies, giant heads, snarking on Valentine's Day. Shawn was in his LoveBomb costume and joked that for once, he wasn't the weirdest person in the room. We were waiting for our food and talking and a sock monkey walked by and I don't know that I ever stopped laughing or smiling for the rest of the night.
2015. You're awesome so far. Keep it up.