But now I’m back to flying sola, and I am here to report that R was right: actually, it’s fine. The morning of the wedding I called my Albuquerque friend A to make plans for transportation. But then, I thought better: what if I didn’t want to get stuck babysitting him? We aren’t committed–why limit myself unnecessarily? And do not remove them: no one needs to see that your mascara is still creeping down your cheeks or that your eyes are extremely red because you’ve hardly slept. ”) was to tell my mother: I was eager to share with her the laugh.
But this summer–with three weddings under my belt so far and one more coming up–I’ve changed my tune. They’re fun as part of a couple: D he might not be the most talented dancer, but–with the help of no small amount of scotch–he humored me; we made friends; we had fun. So, here, a beginner’s guide to making the most: Step One: Go alone. There were compelling reasons: the guy (let’s not even discuss his initial, you can guess) would have been a fun date; he would have looked damn good on my arm; in my state of relative fragility, it can seem appealing to avoid presenting yourself as conspicuously single. During that phone call with A, she asked me what I planned to wear. “I have a couple cute halter dresses…and this slinky thing that I’ve never worn…” “Definitely wear the slinky thing.” she replied. “Well yesterday I felt great about my body, but today I don’t feel so great, I dunno…” “Wear it,” she said. I’m just saying, if you find yourself near a handsome guest toward the end of the night, I would not judge you for kissing him. Step Six: Wear sunglasses to the morning after brunch. I’d like to think it a testament to the strength of our present relationship that my first thought (after: “Wow. ” and “Good lord, Elizabeth, are you fucking kidding me!?
Paul and received an MFA in Creative Writing from the University of New Mexico in Albuquerque.
Or (that hypothetical handful of) readers who might, eventually, hopefully, one day enjoy it? We spent the bulk of the day at round tables, sharing and listening.
First prompt: The question has been reverberating since.
So if you have children, you’ll want to make sure they have their coats on as well…” I tested out various strategies for blocking her out: Books. Sometimes I even tried putting myself inside Cathy’s mind, making up excuses for why she talked like this; I fantasized she played a game with herself to see how many words she could fit into each flight.
Sometimes I made mental lists of all the other people in the world for whom I could find compassion; my mother always gave me pause. No matter how hard I tried, I could not tune Cathy out.