I'm a little overwhelmed and having trouble focusing on just one singular thought pattern for a post. I could recap the entire New Year's trip to Albany, or on how great it felt to get back to the gym for a few hours this morning, or some wishy-washy New Year's resolution crap, or on how I've pissed off a blogger, or how much snow we've had in this typically snow-free city in the last three weeks, or how much I miss my buddy in New York, or or or or. Suffice it to say that Sean and Jeffrey have lodged themselves nice and deep inside of our hearts and lives. So much so that we now have in our possession a key to their front door. Now that's a close-knit friendship. The ease and comfort with which we moved around one another is uncanny. I was just thinking today about how we stood around the living room of friends Don and George in Westerlo, New York, at midnight and raised glasses of champagne to one another -- in a house we'd never been in before, with handsome men that my honey had never before met -- and how strange that could be seen as by others. And how it's exactly the way I like living my life -- off the cuff, with adventure, without rules, without "shoulds" and "should nots." Thanks to all of our New York buddies for one hell of a great kick off to 2009.
Here's a list of the many movies we watched in New York (I recommend them all): Adam and Steve, To Wong Foo Thanks for Everything Julie Newmar, Best in Show, Sordid Lives, All Over the Guy. We also shared in one of life's most amazing movies, Milk while we were there....if you haven't, you should.
We spent much of the week in various stages of undress pandering to the nudism side of our personalities. Thank god they had the heat turned up. We shared in a birthday party, took down Christmas decorations, did dishes, went to four different Target stores, had coffee together in the mornings, and all of the other normal things that make a home just right. We also had quite a photography session (and another one, and another one) one afternoon after purchasing a few little dainties at Target especially for the shoot (please, I beg you, don't hold anything against us...it was a moment of pure abandon). Suffice it to say that none of us will ever be running for any sort of public office.
The boys were kind enough to pick us up at Boston Logan International Airport (3 hours each way) and then return us a week later. Now, that's commitment to a friendship! And we were treated to an unsuspected upgrade to First Class on our flight home last night.....6.5 hours with yummy food, gin and tonics, chardonnay, ice cream sundaes, the works. We left Boston on a beautifully clear afternoon and landed in Portland in (yet another) a snowstorm. I swear, I thought it rained here.
Until we all meet again, I pass you along into a fresh new year. Let's try not to screw it up, okay?? Naked hugs to you all.