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Pics from the weekend

Whiskey Washback was terrific! My friends Courtney, Caroline and I had a great time drinking and eating (and drinking some more).

We drank Manhattans, and Bushmills with iced espresso and whipped cream.

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There was also hot apple cider with your choice of Jack Daniels, Bulleit bourbon or apple moonshine. Continue reading

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“Thank you for being kind.”

“Are you sisters? Twins?”

“Yes,” said one of the almost-matching tiny brown-haired girls who sat down next to me.

“No, they’re best friends,” said the older man accompanying them on the downtown M15 bus. “I hope they’re not bothering you.”

BEST friends,” added one while the other nodded.

“What are you playing?” asked one (I don’t remember which) nodding in the direction of my phone.

“A word game,” I answered. “I love it.”

“I love pink!” one of the girls said excitedly. She was wearing a shiny fuchsia coat.

“Me too!” I responded with great sincerity. “You both have pink coats on with your school uniforms I see.”

“I love HOT PINK,” said the little girl closer to me.

“Oh, me too.” I said. “It’s truly my favorite.”

But then I felt bad because the other little girl was wearing a medium pink jacket with white hearts.

“Yours is awesome too,” I said before changing the subject. “What will you dress up as for Halloween?”

Their guardian gave me a look I interpreted as Stupid Question.

“ELSA!” both girls said before the one closer to me turned to the other and exclaimed “I thought you were going to be ANNA!”

“I changed my mind.”

Uh-oh.

“What grade are you in?”

“Sixth!” said one. “Pre-K” said the man.

“This is my stop. I hope you have lots of fun on Halloween!”

“Thank you for being kind,” the man said as I made my way to the door.

From the sidewalk, I waved back at two sweet little girls who love pink and the chaperone who made my day.

Camp X-Ray starring Kristen Stewart

One of my favorite things about life in New York City is the regular availability of really special events. Recently I attended a screening of Kristen Stewart’s forthcoming movie, Camp X-Ray at NYU Law School.

The film is about the relationship that Stewart‘s Army Private First Class develops with longtime Guantanamo Bay detainee Ali, played by Peyman Moaadi.

This is the official trailer:

I saw a few tweets about Stewart and/or the movie being anti-U.S. military. I didn’t take that away from Camp X-Ray at all. On the contrary, I thought the film was sympathetic toward those stationed in places like Gitmo showing the monotony, isolation and challenge of policing the detainees while also keeping them safe.

Of course, Camp X-Ray also reminds viewers of the horrible situation that exists to this day in Guantanamo: detainees held for years without trial and almost certainly without hope of freedom. This is a timely and affecting movie with strong performances across the board. Don’t miss it.

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Post-screening, we were treated by discussion with Stewart, Sattler and [an odd] moderator from NYU. It was terrific to hear about the filmmaking process. Less terrific to hear the moderator opine about romantic vibes between Stewart’s and Moaadi’s characters.

Still, excellent film and cool experience. What movie should I see next?

Say cheese: me in front of the camera

Once in a while, a gal (or a guy) needs a photo-that-isn’t-a-selfie.

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For professional reasons, for a web site, for whatever. Having a good picture of your face that someone other than you took is generally a useful thing. Continue reading

Guest post: Going Home

You guys really liked my friend Candace’s recent guest post. Fortunately, she has volunteered another, this time about what it means to go home.

The more you like and comment on this post, the more likely Candace will post more. Hint, hint.

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My parents moved from my hometown of Alpharetta, GA when I graduated from high school. That meant that when I went to visit them, I wasn’t going home–I was going to a new place that didn’t have my friends and old stomping grounds. And while I did occasionally get back, it wasn’t as frequent as most of my old friends, many of who actually still live there.

I went back to Alpharetta one recent weekend for a dear friend’s baby shower. It was wonderful to see old friends, old crushes and old haunts. I loved being introduced to new babies, new spouses and new homes. I got legally drunk in bars with people I used to illegally drink with in parks, by the river and in certain parent’s basements. We even had an unfortunate run-in with the cops. It felt just like old times. Except it wasn’t.

I couldn’t figure out where the nagging sadness I felt on my way to the airport was stemming from (and no, it wasn’t due to my raging hangover). As I sped down I-85 with tears in my eyes, I realized this: traveling to Atlanta is no longer coming home. It’s visiting old friends and reminiscing about good times – but it is no longer my home.

I have created a new home and a new life in Washington DC. It involves an overpriced apartment, a bearded gentleman who is my sun, my moon and my stars, great friends and a happy hour or two. I love my home. My home is not perfect, but it is perfect for me.

There’s nothing wrong with a walk down memory lane. But letting go of the past can be so freeing. My present and my future is filled with so much happiness that I can’t help but to want to sprint towards it with my arms wide open.

Gotta go. My flight home is boarding.

So you’re having a baby – a guest post by @CandaceArm

Remember my awesome friend Candace? Previously she wrote about applying to graduate school (and I wrote about her visit to NYC here).

 

So you’re having a baby!

Mazel tov on your growing family. I am so excited for you and can’t wait to tell that baby about all the horrific things you did in your youth (because I will). Continue reading