Greetings from the district!
As I sit on my bed thinking of what to write, I instantly want to vent, complain, and relay all of my mishaps and crazy stories. I started this blog to tell everyone of the daily mishaps/odd incidences that only happens to me.
But just like an aroma that starts from a plug-in and fills a room, I do not want to make this blog a place of odor. I don't want to be a home for the negative.
So, despite the fact that I have no air conditioning right now (subtle complaint--I just can't help myself) or that I saw a rat twice tonight at dinner, I had a lovely evening. And really just a lovely time.
Tonight, the power went out at Richard's house ruining our attempt to make/grill/by grill we mean microwave some burgers. Our friend Chris (really Mary Alex's friend, but he is now starting to become ours) invited us to come share in his dinner party. Instead of our veggie burgers, we ate eggplant parmesan, outside in the backyard under twinkly lights, with mason jars filled with wine. It. was.perfect. And unplanned. Avett Brothers was playing in the background. It was like a hipster's paradise. We were just missing a fedora, jorts, and converse combo. (Imagine the photo above but minus like 30 cool points...but it was still perfect!)
Around the table were people from Cali, Philly (both MS and PA) New York, Chicago, the Mid-west, and of course, the one and only M-i-crooked letter-crooked letter-i-crooked letter-i-crooked letter-i-hunchback-hunchback-i.
All of these people have different stories, different personalities. Yet we all dined together. With plastic forks.
I think a table can bring people together faster than it takes water to boil. (which by the way-did you know is really not that long? I burned some water on Monday trying to make some Rigatoni. Then I singed a towel trying to clean up the hot water. reason #26 why I started this blog)
Despite the beautiful monuments, the museums, and the metros--the highlight of my week was sitting around a wooden table with good people and good food.
I would say that that is the Southerner in me. But honestly, I think that is just the human in me and in all of us. The need and want to be fed--both physically and emotionally.
God is good all the time. And all the time God is good. Peace and blessings y'all!
Going to the big apple Friday! Let's hear it for Mississippi in the Park...CENTRAL PARK!!!
