Our book club had a Christmas party and it was a gift. The kind you can't buy with money. It ranks right up there for a very best evening of my adult life. Felt like I was a supporting actress in an A List movie. One about women and their friendships and the importance of opening up and sharing. Of letting it out. Of laughing. Of accepting. We didn't read a book before this party. We did however, wear heels and tights and sparkles and shimmers. There is something about dressing up. Applying an extra layer of mascara and taking a few seconds longer to smooth on lipstick in a darker than usual shade. The precursor for the experience to come.
We met in the back room of a downtown restaurant. You know those times when the setting simply enhances the experience, like waking up to frost on the tree tips Christmas morning. This was, without a shadow of a doubt, one of those times. Long table. Plush chairs. Vintage record player. An eclectic mix of background music laying out the soundtrack for our evening.
A seemingly never ending wine supply. Bottle after bottle. Opened and shared.
Exchanging gifts. Some too ridiculous to mention. Others heartfelt. Even a few practical. The spice of variety once again hit. And then came the conversations and the laughter. The topics ping ponging all over because of the ease of being around people who let you know with their actions, anything is fair game. No judgement. Just acceptance with a laugh and an "Oh, I have so been there."
That is priceless.
If I had to pick a theme for our book club, because every great novel or movie or party has a theme, it would have to be this...eclectic acceptance. As we ourselves are a mix of backgrounds, beliefs, attitudes, and styles which all come together in a way that simply works. Our groove just works.
Even when I completely ruin the picture trying to explain how to work my camera.
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