Showing posts with label Richmond Expats Party. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Richmond Expats Party. Show all posts
Saturday, September 01, 2012
The things I've seen and done...
My roommate, Martha suggested as a blog topic tonight, "The things I've seen and done." So, I'll stick with it, but the things I've seen and done are far too numerous to list. But they do share a common thread--They all add to the pageant of events and experiences that make me Shoehead. This is basically what I saw and did last night:
It's the Richmond VA Expat's Friday Night Party picture. A group of Richmonders now living scattered across the USA, decided to have a virtual party every last Friday of the month. We all seemed to drink separately anyway, so why not drink together separately! To give a feeling of commonality and togetherness, we choose a 1) Drink 2) Theme 3) Bonus item. Last night it was Margarita, Palm Tree, and Cocktail Umbrella. And, we also had a Bonus Bonus: A college item to commemorate the opening of college football. It's a fun little "party", all done in the name of friendship. The club is open to all; the Expat's are just the "hosts" and admins to the group. So lift a glass, put on a crazy shirt or hat, post a pic, and be one of us for a minute! The Last Friday of every month! See ya then!
Monday, July 30, 2012
Post weekend wrap-up. Pass the Excedrin, please...
This was quite a weekend. In Facebook, we had our monthly Richmond Expats Party, where we all drink together in different cities. To give us a sense of unity, we choose a drink, a theme, and a bonus item. July 2012 was Mickey's Wide Mouth Malt Liquor, a Hawaiian Shirt, and a hand-drawn map of Virginia with Richmond identified on it.
I'm also experiencing drama in my Peyton Place-like apartment complex. This one talks about that one; she's not speaking to this one; blah, blah, blah. The negativity abounds! My roommates are drawn into it, I'm seemingly getting sucked into this whole mess. It stems from a negative outlook and worldview, compounded by an almost alcoholic love of drinking. I'll admit--I imbibe, and sometimes may even over-imbibe--but I don't live to drink. Some of the participants in this reality-show-without-the-cameras freakin' live to drink. That's it. No helping people, no feeding the homeless, not even going to school, forging a career path, or improving themselves in any way. Just working an $8/hr job, racing home to sit in an apartment and drink, and look down in judgment of people. Rinse and repeat, seven days and/or nights per week. I'd find it laughable, if it wasn't so sad. While these forces are trying to draw me in, I refuse to play along. I choose to have a purpose in my life. I want to both help others, and improve myself. I'm not preaching; I'm not saying I'm perfect. I don't profess to have all the answers. I don't even look down on these people (though they look down on me). My faith and my God tell me to love these people and pray for them. So I will. But I also plan to stay as clear as possible from their quicksand of negativity, and elevate myself. To prosper in my life will be the best way to overcome this tar-pit. If I want to visit them, I know where they'll always be--on the same porch, drinking the same beer, and bitching about the same crap. I'll drop in on them maybe a year from now, just to remind myself where I've been, and to keep focused. It'll also give them more fodder to bitch about me behind my back after I walk away. Just trying to help.
Have a great week, everybody, and don't let the negs in your life neg you out.
I'm also experiencing drama in my Peyton Place-like apartment complex. This one talks about that one; she's not speaking to this one; blah, blah, blah. The negativity abounds! My roommates are drawn into it, I'm seemingly getting sucked into this whole mess. It stems from a negative outlook and worldview, compounded by an almost alcoholic love of drinking. I'll admit--I imbibe, and sometimes may even over-imbibe--but I don't live to drink. Some of the participants in this reality-show-without-the-cameras freakin' live to drink. That's it. No helping people, no feeding the homeless, not even going to school, forging a career path, or improving themselves in any way. Just working an $8/hr job, racing home to sit in an apartment and drink, and look down in judgment of people. Rinse and repeat, seven days and/or nights per week. I'd find it laughable, if it wasn't so sad. While these forces are trying to draw me in, I refuse to play along. I choose to have a purpose in my life. I want to both help others, and improve myself. I'm not preaching; I'm not saying I'm perfect. I don't profess to have all the answers. I don't even look down on these people (though they look down on me). My faith and my God tell me to love these people and pray for them. So I will. But I also plan to stay as clear as possible from their quicksand of negativity, and elevate myself. To prosper in my life will be the best way to overcome this tar-pit. If I want to visit them, I know where they'll always be--on the same porch, drinking the same beer, and bitching about the same crap. I'll drop in on them maybe a year from now, just to remind myself where I've been, and to keep focused. It'll also give them more fodder to bitch about me behind my back after I walk away. Just trying to help.
Have a great week, everybody, and don't let the negs in your life neg you out.
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