Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Opening Night

I feel like I'm repeating myself a bit here, but I can't say it enough: I have the raddest friends.

I think I talk about it a lot because I'm just so thankful for it. The older I get, the more I realize that you just cannot have too many ladies in your life. The ones I have are unique. I love different things about all of them. They are smart and sincere. They love big and loud and quiet. Mostly, they have taken me. They've saved me a seat. They've found me worth the getting to know.

Last week, six of them joined me for an impromptu evening of dinner and The Help.

I emailed the invites with just a 24 hour notice. We dined carry-in style. No one knew what the other was bringing. Dinner out just didn't seem right, so in keeping with the spirit of the story, we all pitched in. We pitched in lots of gardeny chick food. Law.

Here's what I did to prepare: I hauled a table outside, threw a wrinkly sheet over the top, cut some black eyed susans from my weed patch and plunked them in an oil can.

I pulled out my old curtains and a few other napkins then scoured my woeful desk for old scraps of wrinkly ribbon and wrapped 'em all up.

I made a pasta salad.

I delegated the carrying-out of the chairs.

It was relaxed and quick. Nothing matched.

This is how I've learned to party.

Just like I've learned that it's dumb to buy those tiny trash bags for the bathroom when plastic grocery sacks work just as well, I've learned that the napkins can clash with the table sheet and I've learned that everyone's happy to drink tap water.

Life is so much better now that I've chilled the heck out.

After the girls waited on me while I finished my third helping of dinner, we crammed into Kristen's car and hightailed it to Linway Plaza.

I had the presence of mind to grab the box of tissues on my way out the door and I passed them around to everyone.

And the movie? Well, it lived up.

I knew it would.

It's wrought with controversy right now and it makes me a little sad. I sort of get it - I do. But I can't discredit a movie that makes me weep over injustice - then and now - and cheer at a rising-up.

This movie has gotten people to think and to talk and that can only be a good thing, if you ask me. Because trouble comes when everyone's too scared to ask, too worried to wonder, to proud to reconsider.

I loved it. I loved Celia the best, which took me by surprise.

Go see it and feel free to share your comments/reviews here. I'm all ears.

After my eyes dried up and the kitchen was cleaned, I helped myself to two more of Mindi's swoony cucumber sandwiches and fell asleep with that feeling that comes after these kinds of evenings. I was emptied out, spent and maybe just a tiny bit sad for all of the remnant thoughts and worries in my head. I was also filled to the brim with every kind of goodness.

It was a good night.