Kim Priore

So since I was kind of in a pissy mood last night when I posted, and rightfully so I still think, I thought I would post again tonight to say hey, you know what?  Today was a good day.  I’m feeling very Stuart Smalley all of the sudden, obviously I’m hoping that feeling goes away as soon as possible.  But I woke up this morning to the news that one of my great friends from college, one of the infamous Newsies, will be in the Boston area this weekend and wants to hang out at our favorite local dive bar.  Not some hip club in the city where we won’t be able to have decent conversation, not some place where I’m gonna have to dress up and be fake, but a bar right down the street with bikers and beer and great chicken wings.  And I get to go there with one of the smartest, funniest, most original people I know.  What a great thing to wake up to!

Throughout the course of the day I had great conversations with great people.  BL and I talked about happenings in the entertainment world, as well as in the lives of ourselves and our friends.  (And I got the news that she’s coming to visit in a couple months too!  Woo!)  BN and I discussed growing pains and life’s transitions and finding the courage to face them.  LT and I discussed the Sisterhood, and how some people get it and some people don’t, and how it hurts to find out who’s who the hard way.  And of course the incomparable, ever-present, ever-witty and brilliant SW and NG talked about everything.  Because that’s what they do.

And somewhere in there I managed to get some work done (although not enough sadly); go to choir practice where I almost managed not to be annoyed with church people for a whole two hours (almost); and also do some grocery shopping.  The insanity of my one-armed father and crazy mother trying to move a tv on a wheelchair and jam it into a cabinet with a crowbar (don’t ask) didn’t kill me, so ergo it must have made me stronger.  Right?  I even saw my brother today, which let’s face it, I won’t get to do on a regular basis much longer, so I want to appreciate it while I can. 

Anyways this all has a very youth-groupy, de-briefy, “10 blessings” feel to it – that’s right FCCH yg survivors in the house, holla!!!!  So let’s wrap this puppy up.  Today was a good day.  I didn’t get nearly enough done, I’m still in debt up to my eyeballs, I still feel hurt and angry, and I don’t have it all figured out.  Nevertheless, today was a good day.