Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Sad Don Draper Watching The Wilderness Downtown

Crazy that this was five years ago, isn't it?

It feels so emblematic of that moment. I remember 2010 like the back of my hand. I was living at home, we had a party for the premier of the show in my parents' living room. I used my grandmother's china.

And The Suburbs—maybe the last album I loved—and this video, oh it was the coolest, most nostalgia-inducing thing you could think of, for a girl from the suburbs back in the suburbs for a temporary stay. So strange, now, to feel nostalgia for something that made me feel nostalgic.

When I was in fourth grade, I had a calendar that said, "Just remember, one day, these will be the good old days." I suppose the good old days always have been a bit dubious. In any event, I've been thinking a lot about this meme, what its individual components meant to me then, mean to me now. I think of it often, like so many other things from the past. I suspect, five years hence, I shall be feeling the same way about Pokemon Go.

Thursday, July 7, 2016

Three Kings Tattoo Photos on High Snobiety

I was pretty thrilled when a friend texted me this screenshot and said, "Is that Roger?"

It is indeed him. I've recently been trying to convince to become a male model, so maybe this will give me some ammo! I took this photo about a year and a half ago, when Roger was getting his second tattoo.

I just started taking a photography class a few weeks ago, so you can imagine how excited I was to see a few of my older photos featured on the site. Below, you can see the originals, and one that wasn't included on the site, of the tattoo itself. If you'd like to see them in their new habitat, visit High Snobiety's list.

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Independence Day 2016

As you might have already realized, the Fourth of July is kind of a big deal in our house. Our town used to have a big fireworks display at the high school every year, and so my parents and all their friends would tailgate there and then watch the fireworks. Once it was eventually cancelled, my parents took over hosting it, and so we've been enjoying Independence Day together with this group for 25 years.

It is, of course, bittersweet that our 25th Fourth of July in Mahopac is also likely the last. With their move to Florida impending, it's unlikely they'll be around to host next year, so saying goodbye to everyone on Monday night was especially hard. I don't see these people nearly as often as I'd like, but they were all formative in making me the person I am today, and I'll always love them and cherish the memories of our time together.

I suppose your 30s is that very sweet spot where it's possible to have four generations together in one room. It was really special to me to see family friends' grandparents at the same party as some of our other friends' baby. They aren't related, of course, but it still felt meaningful to me to have so many different generations together.

Elvie, in addition to being our very good family friend, was also my lunch monitor all through elementary school. When she left the barbecue, she said, "I think of you often, Kristin," and it touched me so much. I wrote last week about feeling connected, and this was exactly what I meant. I think of her often, too. It was really comforting to know it's reciprocal.

I had to miss my beloved Putnam County Classic race again this year, because I never got it together to train for it. I felt really sad about it, but putting on our patriotic finest and eating delicious barbecue was a pretty good consolation prize. I don't think my dad's famous ribs have ever been quite so delicious before.

I'm almost 100% sure that no one who was at the barbecue will read this, but in case anyone does, I just wanted to say thank you for all your years of love and support. I really do feel like we were raised by a village in many ways, and I am in large part who I am because of who each of you is.