More of Me
Here comes another post about the real Dana…sometimes I feel like I don’t come through as well as other bloggers (I’m blaming it on me not owning a smart phone for all those crazy addictive apps people tweet about)! Oh well, I’m happy with my little twenty dollar phone I got three years ago. Okay, here we go.
1. Two weekends we had an unfortunate party take place at our apartment. At first, I thought just a few close friends were going to come over after sushi and drink some beers, but other people showed up and it turned into a drinking game night. I’ve always felt that I skipped that crazy partying phase in my life. I went from high school to twenty-one with about two parties in-between and drinking at neither one. After a low-key 21st birthday party of my own, I got drunk twice in Aggieville (the cool place in Manhattan, KS) and was potential DD every other time. I never really acquired a taste for alcohol, with the exception of dirty Nancies and Boulevard brews, and I didn’t mind it. Most of my girlfriends got trashed every weekend, and I much preferred painting and reading and feeling productive. After I returned home and switched colleges, I went out a few choice times (one of which I met Ethan). But again, I was fine after one drink.
Now that I am married, I really don’t feel the need to get sh*t-faced. But that’s how the get-together turned out, with everyone drinking loads except me. The entire time I was fretting over my couch and the rug and just couldn’t understand (for the millionth time) why getting drunk is so appealing. One guest was particularly loud and obnoxious, and as I mentally compared myself to her, it was all the more clear that I have never been that girl. I am the one to keep my head while others let loose (aside from my temper), and I really felt like Lila from The Romantics. Have you seen that? She’s an altogether snob, but a conversation she has with her fiance always resonated with me. I’m not the one doing coke off a coffee table, or skinny dipping in the lake. I’m the one who turns in early, sleeps all night, and wakes up with a list of things to get done. Needless to say, I wanted to push all our guests out of our apartment and never host them again. Not my favorite night ever.
2. One a lighter note, I love to sing. I took voice lessons in sixth grade and was convinced I’d be the next Jessica Simpson (boy I think that I’m in love with you…I’ll be doing silly things when it comes to you…). Every Tuesday I would walk to the public library from my grade school and wait until around four-thirty for my dad to pick me up. He’d then take me to the college where I met my adorable instructor Karoline. She told me I had a wonderful soprano voice, and my talent grew exceptionally during our fifteen week course. But I bombed my recital. Or at least, I think I did. I remember crying when I left. In my head I sounded awful. My throat was so dry I don’t think I carried my voice at all. After than, I rarely sang again. Which was quite a sad time. I did find, as I grew older, I could still sing to enjoy myself. As long as I wasn’t around classmates who would yell at me to quit. My favorite songs are the oldies from the likes of the Mamas and the Papas & ABBA and 90s queens like Alanis and Paula Cole. And Disney songs of course. “Poor Unfortunate Souls” is one of the funnest, hands down.
3. I fantasize about owning a home. My must-have list includes a garden (half English/half vegetable), lots of windows, exceptional woodwork, a sleeping porch, and an office/studio. I don’t think it exists in SEMO, because I’m envisioning a mix between a Ms. Honey cottage from Matilda and something you’d find hugging a lake or the Pacific. There is a house I absolutely die over in the Cape, but it is so out of our price range, it’s not even funny. I can’t wait to have room to stretch and grow in. And to roller skate on the reclaimed hardwood floors. I have a scrapbook of houses I love, catalog tears, and inspiring quotes that I’ve kept for years. It’s fun to see how the stuff I loved in the beginning I still love now.
As always, let me know if you enjoy these more personal posts.
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