I'm sitting here drinking a glass of wine and eating some Godiva chocolates.
Just for the record, I don't like chocolate. Well, unless it's Godiva. It's not plastic. It's real. It's creamy. No wax.
Yes, it still makes my face break out. That's not why I don't like it. I truly don't like the taste of chocolate. Unless, well, it's the real stuff. The stuff that makes you think, "ahhh, this is what I've been wanting". The chocolate that sets off that endorphin's that makes you want even more. A Hersey kiss? I've been known to spit those out. They are gross. Every once in a while, I try one again. Thinking, "maybe, it's not as bad as I remember" What we forget though, is that, well, we didn't like it in the first place. Why would we like it now?
Yes, people change. Things change. Taste change too. SOOOO, every once in a while, you have to try something you didn't like - just to make sure you still don't like it. Really, it's called trying something new. Only, we keep thinking it's the old thing. Only, it's a new thing. Just because we didn't like it the first time, or the second time, we keep trying. Or we don't. We won't try it the second time. Well, because, we didn't like it the first time. Why would I try it again? Right? Either I'm going to like it, or I won't.
I just left a party. Our "parting" gift was a bottle of wine, a calendar and a box of Godiva chocolate. Yes, each guest received this - this was our "parting" gift, while the valet was sent to get our car. Graciously handed to us by one of the grand-daughters of the host and hostess.
The romanticized version of life. The attendees: The Opera director. The head NFL football coach. The society column. The painter. The mom. The next door neighbor. And me.
A gamut of people with a variety of backgrounds. The place where you some how end up. With a group talking of the "next marathon" we need to run. A place where we never thought we would be. Yet, not quite a place we would want to be.
A place in between.
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