Thursday, August 16, 2007

Here We Go!

This is number one on the playlist for the next 10 days. It's going to be a glorious trip!

Wedding Day
Rosie Thomas

i've got my car all packed with cassette tapes
and sweaters and loose change and cheap cigarettes
i'm gonna drive through the hills
with my hand out the window
and sing 'til i run out of words
i'm gonna stop at every truck stop
make small talk with waiters and truck driving men
i'm gonna fall asleep in the back seat
with no one around but me and my friends

it's gonna be so grand
it's gonna be just like my wedding day

i've had enough of love
it feels good to give up
so good to be good to myself
i'm gonna get on the highway with no destination
and plenty of vision in mind
and i'm gonna drive to the ocean
go skinny dipping
blow kisses to venus and mars
i'm gonna stop at every bar
and flirt with the cowboys in front their girlfriends

it's gonna be so grand
it's gonna be just like my wedding day

so much for love
i guess i've been wrong
but it's all right cuz i'm moving on
i'm gonna drive over hills
over mountains and canyons
and boys that keep bringin me down
i'm gonna drive under skyline and sunshine
drink good wine in vineyards
and get asked to dance
i'm gonna be carefree and let nothing pass me by
never ever again

it's gonna be so grand
it's gonna be just like my wedding day

Wide Open Spaces

I forgot what it feels like to have expanses of days with no obligations. Having finished my job on Friday, not having any schoolwork and having an offer (and a sweet one at that) in my back pocket, I have taken the past few days and have been able to really enjoy them.

Tomorrow I leave for my road trip to the cabin on the lake in Vermont with J and C and 8 of C's closest friends. I cannot wait. Lounging in the lake, drinking wine, grilling various meats (and fine, vegetarian fare of C) seems like the perfect mid-August weekend to kick off 10 days in the great NorthEast. I head south on Sunday to my parent's house to hang out and mull over all of the information I have regarding my offer, cities, moving, and my next big step.

Then it's off to the beach on Wednesday. 4 days in Maine, in the sun, on the coast with mountains of books and not much else.

So that's where I'll be for the next ten days. yippee!

Monday, August 13, 2007

Here's Looking At You, Kid....

There are things I love about DC that I would never want to change. Tonight was one of them.

Picture this: The National Mall--dusk. The Capitol to my front, the Monument to my back. Sun setting over the great city. Blankets laid out with 5000 people waiting for the movie to play. 2 girlfriends, on blankets, wine cheese and a breeze that would make you feel like you were anywhere but here. Casablanca, the movie, ahead of us.

We take a lot for granted. No one can deny that. But moments like this night are those you cannot. DC is a great place for a lot of reasons, none so grand as what is given to all of us. I sat tonight, on my Dogon wedding blanket, three girls who I adore on hand, and laughed and drank and ate cheese and bread amongst so many other people. We talked about our happenings: One who is still with the Good Senator, who is making these amazing decisions and choices and calls, who has the bravery of no one else I know; One who is with me in law school, in firm life, in that crazy place we call normal; One who works for the Presidential Candidate, while in law school, while juggling the rest of the world. And we sit, on the National Mall, watching an old movie that has never lost its grace, and I see that we are the same.

I can struggle. And I can call out. But with the girls I have, the girls we all have, we will never lose our grace. It was a great evening. Looking at J, talking to her about our good friend's fiance who is now on tap for war, and questioning what has changed between 1943 and now.

So much. So much has changed. And that's what makes things great. And it's what makes things comforting. We live our lives ensconced in those of others. And there is an added richness in that. I am thrilled and blessed with those who grace mine.

Here's looking at you, Kid. And it's a gorgeous picture I see.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

The Celebratory Summer

*This was supposed to be published on Aug 11--it's a couple of days late getting up there!*

Today is the first day of the rest of all of our lives. I suppose every day is like that, but for my good friend LP I think that statement is really true.

LP and GC are marrying today--the same way I felt with my sister before her wedding is how I feel today-there is nothing more thrilling than seeing someone you love find extreme and true happiness with another, and being present and able to help them celebrate. Weddings are these great events--they are multidimensional because the day is truly about the 2 people who are getting married, but equally as much a celebration joined by the people who traveled down the path at so many different stages of life to get them here.

LP and I have been friends since working in the Good Senator's office--a moment after college, during 9/11 when L, J, R and I felt like we were the princesses of the marble halls of Russell and Dirksen. I think every young staffer feels like that--we were no anomoly--an it's funny to experience the metamorphisis from feeling heady and important (ha--22 years old--what a great and delusional age) to gaining the understanding that the work we were doing is important, but we are simply one of many many many people helping to make a machine run.

We were the fun ones in the office. We bonded at cocktail receptions that the Senator and his senior staff were invited to but passed their invitations down to us. It was comical--all of these lobbying groups, companies etc would provide lavish spreads--booze as far as you could see, mounds of cheese, h'ors doerves and when you looked around it was all junior staff coming to partake in the bounty. I'm not going to lie. It was hard living in DC on $26,000 a year. So we took advantage anytime free food and drink was offered. I used to say that it should be illegal to give away free alcohol to anyone who made less than $35k/year as it seemed to foster what some might call "excessive drinking".

As naive (but fun!) 22 year olds, L, R and I made highly intelligent decisions. The one we still laugh about (frequently) is when hatched the brilliant plan to document our escapades as young, single, bargoing DC girls in one of the hill online rags, HillZoo. We even got the committee's press person to ok it. We did not, however, cover our bases with the senior staff in the personal office. A decision that would come back to haunt all of us....

The posts were hilarious--witty, racy, and totally inappropriate. The editor of HillZoo loved us--probably because we thought it completely fine to use taglines such as this highly memorable one: "Brass Monkey: A bar where you start the night pounding shots and end it pounding a random stranger". (Mom, I know, you should feel proud).

We did this for months and months. When it took us more than three weeks to give them a new column, people would actually complain. L was famous for smacking people's asses after a few cocktails and having it end up in that week's column much to her chagrin and pleas of more editing. But it was harmless fun..until I left the Senate and the news leaked out...

I left to save the world (Peace Corps, duh) and we all decided to hang up our HillZoo shoes upon my departure. For months the editor wanted to publish our identities or who we worked for. We refused to let him (deep down we all knew that this would probably reflect poorly if, say, the Senator discovered his three young staffers penning this kind of article). When I left and we pulled the plug, the editor pleaded to keep it going between R and L, they said no. We told him thanks, but it was time to move on. I left for Vermont a few days later to get ready for my next big adventure and left L and R and J in DC...

Then the email arrives. "DLS: Chief of Staff wants to talk to you. Oh, and you might want to check HillZoo's comings and goings section". Oh. Shit. Our agreement with editor was that he would never reveal our identities--the most people new of us were our first names and that we worked for a senator. What we did not ban, or not overtly anyway, was the revelation of identity after we had all finished. That's right, front and center on the first page of HillZoo was an entire bio about me leaving, who I worked for, where I was going, and the column we all used to write. And L and R were implicated just as much. Oops.

I got off the easiest--I had already left the office. L and R had to sit face to face with Chief of Staff and Scary C and get their little life lessons. I sent an angry and forceful email to editor demanding he take the latest post down. Life went on.

J, L, R and I reminisce a lot about that year. They all stayed on for various amounts of time (J is still there, and is super important now, but this time for real). But we've all grown up a lot too in the past 6 years--it's a joy to think L is getting married today, and R will be in less than a year. And I have no doubt that our naive beginnings are being replicated by many more heady, ambitious and carefree 22 year olds. But I do believe that we had and continue to have more fun than any of them.

Congratulations LP and GC--you two are perfect for each other and I cannot wait to celebrate this amazing day with the two of you.