I love eggs... from my head down to my legs
I just colored a dozen eggs - I actually really like laying out newspapers on the table and filling every available coffee mug with vinegar and highly concentrated super-artificial dyes. I don't remember the last time I did this, but it's a lot of fun and I think that everyone should make the time to add a little color to their lives. I was impressed to see that the traditional egg dying kit has three new colors this year - a bold turquiose, a flashy lime green, and a faded, but still nice, magenta. Good stuff... nice to see that Paas* is keeping with the style and the times. I have a trendy little dozen.
Yesterday turned out to a be a well-spent day off, shopping of course, with Katie at Westfarms. Nice visit. She ended up getting some new black shirts to replace her old black shirts... I didn't see anything, but it's just as well, I fed my hungry closet on more than one occassion, last week. Then later on in the evening, I joined Katie and Casey and her boyfriend Jeremy and Leah and her husband Chad for beers at our favorite local watering hole, John Harvards. It was a nice visit and the last time I saw Leah, she was still single (well, maybe she was engaged, but she certainly wasn't married yet). It was a nice mini reunion and everyone seems to be on the verge of starting something new or having just moved and began a new chapter. Just the same, I guess the one disconcerting thing is that as far as we've all come in almost five years, the thing that still binds me to my high school friends seems to be high school - and a get-together quickly spirals into gossip fest extrodinaire. I guess it is naturally awkward to pick up with people after a long break and therefore hard to fill in the blanks about yourself and triumphs along the way, so it is much easier to lapse into secopnd or third-hand gossip about someone getting married, babies, or a career move. I am really bad and I promise myself to make a better effort not to let gossip monopolize the conversation next time I find myself at that John Harvard's table with some of the SWHS class of 1998 crew. Even though it was thoroughly shallow conversation, it was still a nice visit. Like I said, I promise myself to put a little more energy into the conversation next time and try to steer clear of myopic gossip... maybe a I give myself too much credit... but we spent more time talking about other people we barely know than ourselves, so I'll pledge this - next time, less gossipy talk about others and more self-centered monologues about ourselves.
On that note... shower time and happy Easter to all. I am off to grandma's house for polish food and her famous homemade mac n'cheese.
posted by lmjasinski at 10:59 AM
