My friend Tiana

My friend Tiana checks this blog every day and as you know, dear reader, I let her down most days. Last evening, we were having dinner at her house and I was rambling on about something as I do, and she said, “That sounds like a blog post!” So, for my dear Tiana, I’m here to ramble on a bit about some Tiana related things.

Firstly, let me tell you about something cool we’re doing that is due in part to Tiana. We’ve got a farm share! We’re sharing a share with Tiana’s family, which is ideal. A whole share is a LOT of vegetables. I’ve wanted to do this for many years, but I knew that if we had a whole share, a lot of the yummines would go to waste. In similar Green Team news, we split a pig with Tiana’s family, as well! She’s a teacher in a fairly rural area and she bought a pig from one of her students. We bought one third of it. So, yay us! Yay for locally grown, healthy, sustainable agriculture and all that jazz. Last night’s dinner was a celebration feast of all of this yumminess. A couple of other friends were there as well, who also have shares, and we cooked yummy things together while the children played. Are we hippies or what? (Please say hippie in your head in your best Cartman voice, as it is intended.) Thanks for the lovely evening, as always, dear friend.

Part of the point of this blog was originally to get down all my stories, and one of last evening’s guests was a newer friend who had not heard the tale of what I was doing the day Tiana and her dear husband were married. Tragically, I was NOT THERE. This was so very, very, sad to me, because the two of them were some of our bestest friends and after a fairly dramatic courtship that’s funny to even remember now, they were finally getting married! Huzzah! Well. I was on the other side of the planet. Alone. It was while we were living in England, but Aaron was actually in New York for a showcase, so I was all by my lonesome, just me and my self pitty. Not only was I not at home attending the party of the decade, I was also not in NYC visiting friends and lounging about in beer gardens like SB. It was a Saturday and I had to work. I moped through my whole day, ate a depressing dinner alone, and even though I knew I was 8 hours ahead and things weren’t happenning at the same time, I imagined all the fun all of my friends were having, dancing the night away at the wedding. So, at a super early and depressing hour, I decided to go to bed. I snuggled up, preparing myself for a good cry, when I realized I could hear laughing and singing in the garden next door. I peaked out my window and looked down upon what looked like a really great party. There were lots of cool looking people laughing and drinking and carrying on. There was even a guy playing the gutiar while folks gathered round, singing along. (You KNOW how I love a good sing along. I’d never realized what good sing along song is Wonderwall) I watched them for a while, feeling more and more sorry for myself, if that was EVEN possible. Finally, I had seen enough and was ready for my cry. Woe! Terrible, woe. As I was finishing up, lamenting the fact that I wasn’t tired since it was only about 9pm, I saw some flashes on the wall of my bedroom. What the heck? I peeked back out my window at the party to see that now, not only was it full of drinking and singing and carrying on, there were FIRE JUGGLERS. People Juggling. Fire. That’s all there is to this story, but I think it’s pretty funny. Not so much then, but I can definitely see now, that the gods have a sense of humor and don’t approve of self pity.

All of this to say, I love my friend Tiana. Any party she’s at, I wanna be, too. I’m so very thankful for her in my life!