Friday, December 31, 2010

party time

To party, or not to party...

Tonight, after a simple, cozy dinner
at home, with David
we will both curl up
with books...

Me, I'm an old fashioned girl,
I still like to the turn pages,
feeling the weight of the book,
touching it, possessing it til the end

David is a bit more modern;
he's hooked on the kindle
that our daughter bought him
for his birthday last year...

I think it's the immediate gratification
of clicking to the next book
as soon as he finishes reading something...
David is panic stricken
at the thought of nothing to read...

But as my friend Edwina often says,
"I digress..."

I don't really enjoy going to parties...
I like giving parties...
especially for someone else...
I've even co-chaired three charity balls,
each one for more than eight hundred people...

The details of planning something wonderful
because you love someone,
creating a memory, a moment of time
that you have spun into a dream
then gave to someone...
that to me is a party...

I like dressing up for parties...
little girls and playing dress up...
Do we ever really out grow it?

I was trying to remember
just when I stopped liking parties...
and I actually think I was about four and a half...

I was invited to a birthday party
in the apartment complex where we lived...
The little girl's name was Tristi
and she had a younger brother named Mikey.

I remember being very excited...
Everyone in our apartment complex
who played together was going to be there...

I had a new power blue party dress
with a swirly skirt and a satin sash to wear...
I even had a pair of shiny new black patent maryjanes...

This was a really big deal for me
because I usually wore thick corrective shoes
that one time even got stuck in the fence
when I tried to climb over it
with everyone else...

I don't recall most of Tristi's party...
I only remember how it ended...

Tristi lived in an upstairs apartment.
As I was saying good by at the door
I turned to leave
and Mikey came out...

I can't tell you what he said
but he shoved me HARD!

The soft powder blue party dress
floated above my head like waves
as I tumbled down the cold cement stairs,
my shiny black patent leather maryjanes
far above me, the toes looked likes birds
ready to swoop down
and grab a fish out of the ripples of blue
as they quickly moved away...

They took me to the emergency hospital
for stitches to my cracked open head...

Although I was very sleepy the next day
Tristi and Mikey came over to see how I was
and to bring me a present...

Mikey also had to apologize...
and say he was so sorry
that he was even giving up his own birthday party...

Before they left, he managed to sneer at me,
whispering under his breath,
"I'm glad I'm not having a party this year,
cause you would just ruin it anyway!"

I remember crying when they left
but everyone just thought it was
because my head hurt...

Happy, happiest New Year ever...

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