Have a party instead of crying
My West Coast work husband is leaving and his going away party was today, another friend said we’re having a party to keep from crying. I said that’s what we do best down here in the Crescent City, dance to our grave. So tonight some friends are holding an Absinthe party, the want to make the cocktails that help you forget we’re still in a recession no matter what the headlines tell you. My hair stylist said all of his clients from a wide swath of industries are bemoaning the recession – even a pediatrician, who you’d think would be recession proof, said for the first time in his decades long profession, they’re suffering a downturn. Then on Saturday night is another party, a wedding of sorts, and another fine reason to forget all your troubles, forget all your cares.
I’m all for this notion seeing how Tin’s nanny uses deflection as a matter of course when his wee view of life gets too rough. “Why don’t we read a book?” “Why don’t we draw a pumpkin?” And then when you get older, “Why don’t we have a party?” It works for me.