When I graduated from Rosebud a lovely woman took all the graduating women to a spa for mani-pedis and massages. The woman who did my pedicure said I had the softest feet she'd ever worked on. She asked if I ever went barefoot.
I told her I wore socks and shoes almost all the time, or socks and slippers. She said that explained it, at least in part.
All that to say, I don't rock my socks off.
I didn't do a lot of parties this year. I'm not sure I did any, actually.
I didn't do a lot of social gatherings either.
The best social gatherings I went to were with people S. worked with. They came over for his birthday. We went to one of their places for another birthday party, and for an end of season party. Outside, or at a local pub, surrounded by people who were full of life and energy when I was not, was a way to fill myself with some of that energy. Music, or the sound of people and doves in the backyard of the house next door; a fire pit, food cooked over the flames or brought by cheery waitresses. Comfy clothes, decent. Pizza on blue couches in a third story apartment that felt way, way higher. Chatter. Talk. Theatre and life mixing. Games. Drinking, alcohol and pop and water with ice crunched between the teeth.
The feeling of acceptance.
Those were moments of connecting to community too. Those were moments that I will remember from 2010.