Posts tagged ‘florida’
in my senior year of high school, at my peak of shyness and social awkwardness, friend fifty-nine, who i will refer to here as “beth marrier,” was in the group of friends i ate lunch with. and the fact that someone as smart and sarcastic and funny as she was would actually eat lunch with me made me feel like i might actually be cool, too. to add to that, she was also a fantastic comedic actress in high school as well. we haven’t seen each other since i graduated, but i’d love to see how confident me would fare in conversation with her.
friend forty-nine, “april doner arts,” is not a person, but instead the facebook presence of the art of friend forty-eight. unblinkingly real and unabashedly imaginary, her art is a beautiful addition to the town i grew up in, the kind of town where much of the art is purple pottery created by middle-aged rich white women in kimonos (she’d like me to let you know she values their art as well).
recently, i had the great joy of getting to dance with friend forty-eight, who i will refer to here as “april doner,” for the first time in years. she was visiting a mutual friend out here in the bay area, and we took her to the fabulous (as long as you aren’t wearing shorts) harry denton’s starlight room. somehow friend forty-eight was like a ray of fierce florida sunshine as she danced. there’s something missing in the way most of people dance, but new college reminds you how to stay joyfully in your body when you dance, and that was what i saw when friend forty-eight danced.
at college, we shared similar circles of friends, and i always appreciated how she managed to combine an open heart and goofy demeanor with a deep level of gracefulness. kind, artistic, political, brave, and, like i said, graceful, friend forty-eight is one of the rare people who stuck around in sarasota after graduating college. she loves it and i’m glad she’s found her home.
the friendliest face. that’s what characterizes most of my memories of friend forty-five, annie s.
when i was in college, i had a housemate who was in a band out of his bedroom. he’d play drums from his second floor bedroom and his friends would come over and they’d play instruments and sing. it was always a pleasure when friend forty-five would come over to visit him, and her singing voice was the best thing to float into my room from his.
our families lived in the same part of florida’s west coast during those college summers and there were always vague friendly plans to hang out.
and right now, all of her posts are fierce wonderful things about the occupy student debt campaign. after years of feeling charmed but shy, i now feel a little intimidated and awed as well.