she-day

Cinco de Drinco I worked both jobs, ending with a 60th birthday party at Vinostrology. I met with my gf in fernpatch for our one good tequila toast to freedom, upon which we ended trying to organize thievery in deflating blow up corona bottles and how to stuff them in our shirts. It didn't work out.

For the last few months the women in my family have gathered to thrift-tour Bellingham. The she-gang congregated, munching apple slices and organizing newspaper clippings. My aunt brought a boston cream pie.

In the beginning, I was overwhelmed. There was so much feminine energy and storytelling, it was hard to focus. Lately, I'll start off anxious, and then I have coffee and settle into the moment and find some killer pieces, and everything just is. We went to salvation army, meeting lauren and her bump (which will pop out in a few weeks, and who has an abnormally large head). From here the she-gang traveled to value village, got large coffees at cruisin', then goodwill.

I am (finally) in that place where I want to give and be gone with. Purging feels cleansing. I haven't done a great job at actually purging, but in my head I've purged a lot, so that's a start. All of this seems superfluous when you see this:

This is my great aunt's car in what equated from our thrift tour - and this happens like bi-monthly. I'll admit, it looks aggressive (see Anxiety), but thankfully I've got but 3 things in there (wicker chairs for the balcony and floor pillow). It's quite obvious something runs similar in our blood. We all have this hunger for consignment. It is literally hereditary.

From Left: Mama Juju, Great Aunt Dinalicious, Grand mother Jean the hot dog queen/Mama Juju

By afternoon we were zonked, well-adorned, cut stalks of rhubarb to take home from grandmother's garden.

The day was incredibly warm. I got to run in a sports bra; a major benefit in trying to blur the deep imprint of Boston. I ran 11 mi. with the last few sub 6 on the track to slowly integrate into workouts, but still felt Beantown on my legs. My mum photographed me in all glory:

She-day transitioned into a patio dinner at Bayou for ginger beer, andouille, crab cakes, sweet potato fries, oyster shooters with some of my favorite people.

And because I'm trying to take Mads J. to every Mexican restaurant in the ham, Big Mama's at Jalapenos.