31 Jan 2007
9:46 PM |
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Party Time, Groundhog Style
The day after tomorrow happens to be Groundhog Day. Not much of a holiday, as holidays go. Nobody gets the day off, and by some accounts, even the groundhog isn't thrilled with it. But it does happen to fall on a Friday this year, and it is just about halfway through the winter season, a period we once called the "Dark Ages" back when I was a midshipmen.
So, it seems like just about the time when you need a party! Except that requirement is usually fulfilled by the Super Bowl. And Mardi Gras is just a little done, I think. I'm sure I'm in the minority on that, but I like Groundhog Day better. Next year, Groundhog Day will be on a Saturday, which works well for a party too, so it looks like I'm in a good chronological position to start an annual thing.
For the last several years, I've been living in places with bare walls because I knew I wouldn't be there long. As a result, I never really took the trouble to get to know my neighbors either. The previous owner of the place I'm living in now died in here, in what is now my bedroom. It was days before anyone discovered his body. I was renting a unit here at the time, not fifty feet from where I sit now. That story kind of prompted me to start to get to know the people who live around me. And, unremarkably perhaps, I liked most of them. In fact, it was liking my neighbors, as much as the location, that made buying this place feel like a good idea.
Well, now I live here, and I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. And I've gotten to know some of my neighbors, and I want some more of them to get to know me better too. One of my neighbors had a party for her dog back in July, the 29th in fact. Groundhog Day is nearly six months to the day since that party. Another neighbor had a party just after Thanksgiving. And now I'm having one too. It's kind of fun, having parties to go to where you can walk there and stumble home!
I'd had some elaborate plans for this party, but the TV proved to be something of a distraction, and some of those plans probably required more preparation than I anticipated. But I did manage to acquire a couple of plush woodchucks as party mascots/door prizes. And of course there's Woodchuck Cider as a novelty beverage. I've got another copy of Groundhog Day on DVD for another door prize, I just haven't figured out what the gimmick is yet. I had intended to print cards with the face and name of a character from the movie, I think there are almost enough, and have everyone draw a card on arrival. Then draw from a box of identical cards and award the prizes on that basis. At the moment I'm not certain what I'm going to do, but I'll think of something.
I still have more cleaning to do. I got a lot done while I was waiting for EGL, but you're never done. Tomorrow night I do the floors, and I'm taking Friday off for the final preps.
I've ordered food from Sticky Fingers and Carrabba's, and I'm going to get the usual enormous veggie platter from Costco, and probably a cheese thing. Maybe a shrimp thing too. Some more chicken wings from a local wing place. There will be the usual assortment of adult beverages, in addition to Woodchuck Cider, bottled water and sodas. I figure I'm going to have too much food, but Sunday is the Super Bowl, so everyone can come back over and watch the game on the 50" and finish off the leftover food and beer, so it probably won't go to waste.
I'm spending what is, for me, a ridiculous sum of money on this. Of course, part of what makes it so ridiculous is me buying a lot of things most people my age already have, like glasses, or a corkscrew! Between the party and the TV, I'm going to be eating Kraft Mac & Cheese and watching my old DVDs for the rest of the year to recover from January! But that's okay, if this thing turns out to be a nice time.
I was hanging an old picture I got from one of the staffs I served on. Everybody signs it with some sentiment when you depart. Someone made a reference to the "NFL Club." NFL stood for "no fucking life," and it was a reference to the amount of time we put into the job. Me, not so much, as I left before the staff deployed. But still, the NFL idea kind of fit me back then, and still does. The thing is, if you want to have a life, you kind of have to make it, it doesn't just fall in your lap.
For quite a while, I've kind of been puzzled by the question of "Now what?" I'm past the point where all the readily identifiable goals and expectations have been achieved, or not. Went to school, got married, had a career, wheels kind of fell off both of those, had some kids, still have some kids, but, "Now what?"
It kind of brings to mind the final scene of Cast Away, when the young lady asks Tom Hanks where he's headed. "I was just about to figure that out."
Well, I don't know if I'm just about to figure anything out, but I figure having a party isn't a bad way to begin. And if I fall out of bed and bump my head some day, maybe it won't be a matter of days before anyone notices I'm missing. The anniversary date of my wedding happens to be February 1st; so, to me, February 2nd seems like a damn fine date to remind myself each year that I do have a life. And I better get busy living it. |