Kim Priore

So this weekend blew my weekend at the KSG ID conference away, I’ll tell you that right now.  I went to the Boulders Resort in Scottsdale, AZ, in honor of my friend Alli’s 30th birthday.  It was fan-friggin-tastic.  For my 30th birthday, I hope to get…socks.  A book of some kind, perhaps.  I don’t know.  I’ve still got a year to figure it out.  At any rate, Alli is one of my oldest and dearest friends, who managed to stick with me from my days as a wide-eyed naive Christian firstyear at Wellesley until I was a bleary-eyed jaded Christian senior at the same place.  And she managed to remain cool the whole time.  She also managed to remain cool while dating and marrying her high school sweetheart, becoming a mom, moving around the country, etc etc.  Any number of these points are the point at which most other friends tend to drop off the radar.  They get hopelessly distracted by anything with testosterone, can’t multitask, whatever.  But Alli’s a rock.  Perhaps this is why the Boulders was chosen as the location for celebrating 3 decades of Alli.  Perhaps it was just a happy coincidence.

We managed to surprise her (which surprised the rest of us, because it’s hard to get anything past her) and have a fabulous weekend of being pampered while the guys played golf, stuffing ourselves obscenely full of delicious food (another time-honored Kim and Alli tradition) and being captivated by her charming 10-month old, Sophia.  (In addition to her other attributes, Alli has a knack for making beautiful children.  I guess Mark helps.) 

Anyways I was nervous about meeting new people and being out of my element, but I should have known that Alli’s friends and relatives are almost as cool as she is, and funny too, and the guys are manly men who do things like make fire and hunt bobcats.  I guess.  I’m told.  Anyways, fab weekend all around and mad props to Big Z in the Sky for footin’ the bill.  Can’t wait till Alli’s 31st, here’s hoping it’s a tradition.

Meanwhile, coming back to reality (there’s a song in there, if you’re old like me) is a biatch.  I am hopelessly behind on school, work study, life decisions, laundry, and all-around emotional health.  Marsha!!!!