Thursday, February 20, 2014

Paint Night

Do you have any crazy friends? Like, legit crazy? Well, I do, and I struggle with how to I'm going to distance myself with her.  She didn't start out being crazy.  She was always a little...wild, and a little nuts, but in a fun way.  But last year she started obsessing about every little problem she had, and she started drinking more, and one night she sort of just flipped and I knew I couldn't really be friends with her.

That said, I found it difficult to put her off after a year of "I'm sorry's" and "I already have plans that night's".  I can't find it in my heart to just tell her I don't want to be friends with her anymore because I can't bring up the fact that she's crazy.  In fact, many of her friends have told her she has problems, and she's rejected them and spread rumors about them.  I'm not really worried about that part, but I don't really want to be sucked into the drama.  In any case, last week I decided that I couldn't put her off anymore, and tried to think of some way I could minimize the crazy.

Enter paint night.

I thought that in such a large group, with guided instruction and an activity, that her personality would be harnessed a tad bit.  And even though there is alcohol served at paint nights, it's not a traditional bar scene, and I thought she'd drink less and I wouldn't have to worry about her driving drunk and killing someone.

I'm happy to say that I loved paint night and that I'm so proud of my picture:

I'm sad to say that my crazy friend is crazy no matter the scenario.  As always, the conversation was all about her, and "her" is all about drama.  She actually talked about throwing herself down a flight of stairs-on purpose-to avoid being evicted.  Out loud.  She said this out loud.  Needless to say, I think I'm done.

So the lesson here is that I should really just trust my instincts, distance myself from crazy people, and to not give into my feelings of guilt when I do these things.

And also, that I'm a freaking amazing painter. :)

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Valentine's Day

This year B1 and I decided that we would not exchange gifts on Valentine's Day and that instead we'd just have a nice dinner out and exchange cards.  It was actually quite nice, not having to rack my brain thinking of a clever gift to give my lover on a day that's kind of geared toward women.  And also, his birthday is next month, along with our 4 year anniversary of being together, and we are going on a long weekend trip to celebrate all of those things.

Lately I've been all about going to places I've always wanted to go to.  The list is long, and I'm not quite sure why, in the 5.5 years I've lived here, I haven't crossed more of these places off of my list.  In any case, I chose a local crab shack as our Valentine's Day destination.  It's a tourist trap, for sure, but even still, I've always wanted to go, and I'm glad we did.

The reviews are mixed.  Most locals don't like it because it's a tourist trap, and most tourists don't like it because it's expensive and the service can be slow.  But I'll tell you why I loved it.  Not only were the crabs delicious, but the atmosphere is very...coastal.  The view was of the docks and the harbor, along with the city's skyscrapers.  Inside, the lights were dim and the air warm, thanks to a wood fired stove in the corner.  And from the ceiling dripped lobster traps with white lights inside of them.  It was charming, relaxed, and it just felt good to be there.

The service was a little slow, but we weren't in a hurry, so we didn't mind.  Overall, it was a wonderful choice for us, and I'm happy we went.  And, it's another restaurant crossed off my list, so I can make room for others.

Monday, February 17, 2014


Early yesterday morning, while B1 and I were snuggled safely in our bed, our friends lost everything they own.  Their beautiful boat sank overnight.  I thank God they were on vacation, so they, and their lovely dog, were not home.  At the same time though, I feel that this is why it's a total loss.  Had they been here, they may have been able to stop the leak, which sunk their home. But who knows?  It could have been much, much worse and today I could be mourning the loss of two good friends who we've come to know and love.  And so my heartbroken heart is also grateful.
It's odd, knowing someone who's lost their home.  Especially when you've spent a lot of time there.  These are the friends who host many of the parties I've blogged about, including the latest waffle party a few weeks ago.  And especially when it's a total loss, because it sank.  It. Sank. 
So scary.
Here is one of the first pictures that surfaced the morning after.  If I didn't know better, I would have just thought this was a small sailboat covered for the winter.  But I DO know better, and I know that their lovely home stood tall...taller than the boat picture to the right.  And so I know that every bit of it is under the water in this picture.


This is a picture I took last night when the tide was low and so more of the boat was showing.  There it stood, sadly leaning to one side, all soggy and abandoned.  It was hard for me not to cry, especially when I saw the painting on the door.

There's a lot of cleaning up to do.  We came up to the parking lot yesterday to find a fire truck and several environmental pickups in addition to those big cleanup trucks in the picture below.  They're part of the harbor cleanup team who will make sure that as much of the diesel as possible is sopped up out of the water.  The air smelled of it, and there was a thin layer of it floating a few docks down.

I'm so sad for my boys. They are such wonderful, kind people, who are a huge part of our community.  And while there is no shortage of people who are helping them, and who will continue to help them, it's not an easy thing to go through.  I can't even imagine it.  They're strong and will get trough this, but's tough.

And part of me is feeling selfish, hoping that this doesn't mean they'll be moving away.  We're just really starting to get to know them well, and they've become important to B1 and I.  And I don't really want to continue my life's pattern of losing my favorite friends b/c they move away.  If they do, I'll of course understand, but I'll be even more sad. 

Tonight our community is gathering to help them get everything they can off of the boat.  I can't be there because I have a cold, but it warms my heart knowing that they're not alone, that they'll have so many caring people to help them retrieve all they can of their damaged home.