Perhaps there’s something to the ancient conviction that the way to immortality is to live on not in a body, but in a story. A person without a story is truly dead.
Tagged: fun times
After my first divorce (I hate saying that) I took stock of my past and made a conscious effort at saying Yes. In fact for three years I said Yes to nearly every situation I so carefully avoided growing up. I didn’t start to smoke or drink, but I said yes to parties, and women and living fast times.
That did it. “Oh my god,” shuddered Jer, who was a germaphobe. He was now both genuinely frightened and genuinely relieved that he now had a reason to not put himself in the compromising position of admitting to his roommate and demonstrating to Blondie that he was a virgin, “I hadn’t thought of that. But you can’t get a STD from kissing, can you?
Some of the happiest memories for me were made at our dinner table. We all talked, each talking over the other until mom or dad would yell they couldn’t hear themselves think, or coaching us, “…one at a time, it’s only polite!”
My daughter is nearly 21 years old, she will celebrate it without me being at her party. The ladies on her mother’s side of the family will be taking her to Vegas the same...