This weekend had a magical summery quality to it that you dream about all year long on depressing days in offices with no natural light. David, I think, had a really great birthday. There were just good friends, and board games, and key lime pie and cheesecake, and a lot of laughter.
I gave David, among other things, the gift of Events. He's going to a concert, a massage, and a Mystery Date (with me, of course) that I know he will love. I also made him something that is probably more important to me than anything else I'm going to write about here today or most other days, but I think I'm not ready to talk about it yet. But it needs to be mentioned that it happened.
On Saturday, we got to go to the beach in Malibu for the best birthday party ever. I'll tell you what, that Mary can throw a shindig. We were there all day enjoying the sparkling waters, jagged rocks, and crashing waves. The sun was just right, it wasn't too hot, and everyone there was interesting and smart and fun. David and I finally snapped to the fact that we could buy beach umbrellas, so we weren't frying like little lobsters. Tifanie prepared the Picnic To End All Picnics, and we ate and ate and ate and ate and then ate some more.
I swam in the ocean for the first time in years, as I've been avoiding going completely underwater since my ear problem. I'm always seeking communion with the ocean. I'm not sure what it is, but I'm certainly not the only one to be called to it. The relentless cold of the Pacific was sharp but invigorating. The waves were strong, stronger than me, and at one point I was pulled under. I felt myself relaxing into it, and thinking, "this is not my time, I will simply let her wash me up where she will." I let the water pull and push at me and slam me into a few friends and then finally release its grip.
Then, to make the tale more epic, we had a run-in with The Law. I will leave others to tell that tale. David and I with all our teetotaling "purity" weren't accosted, which was equally uncomfortable. But it didn't stop the party, and soon after we saw a pod of dolphins swimming past. I got to see one dolphin do a full-on leap out of the water that was breathtaking.
I think that talisman my friend gave me really showed its colors that day. I got to take a long, long walk with a kite that simply had no intention of coming down. So I let it enjoy its freedom as the sand squished in my toes. The kite finally attempted escape and was caught by a surly mountainside and a determined gaggle of heroic boys.
The sun finally began to set, but the party went on, and we retired to Tifanie's for a night of Loaded Questions and YouTube hilarity. It was just good. I wish every weekend were that powerfully relaxing. As Tifanie put it, we sucked the marrow out of that day.
So yesterday we started our bit of rehearsals on Acts Of Sedition, the show we're doing in Philly. Here's the MySpace page for it. Please befriend!
Pictures to follow, if husband is ever not monopolizing the computer.
Sounds like a great weekend, except for the cop part. Lisa | 07.26.07 - 10:10 am | #