|Me and Denise in my happy place|
Two weeks ago I had one of the best weekends of my life. Why so great? First of all, I was in Westhampton, which is my new happy place. When life is too real, I imagine myself back at Swordfish, the quaint old-fashioned beach club, in my turquoise dress, Veuve Clicquot in hand, surrounded by many of my favorite people on the planet. Or at Saltwater, a casual eatery with an ocean view, feeling the sea breeze, eating a portabello burger. Or at Steve and Michael’s house, lounging poolside, watching doggie Edie float on her raft like a princess. Or at the beach itself, in the dusk, chilly, sandy, but unwilling to leave the laughter, joy and beauty.
The town is charming, the people friendly, and I got to just be Julie for a weekend--not mommy, not wife, just me. I traveled with friends, ate every meal with loved ones, shared a room with high school chums, laughed so hard that my abs hurt. I slept late both days, wandered in and out of shops, lounged on the beach, and capped it off by celebrating the marriage of two men I adore. Weekends don’t get much better than that.
Adjusting back to reality was a little rough. Some car trouble, job stress, missed concert--nothing disastrous, just life. Part of me wants every weekend to be a wedding in Westhampton with my best friends. But as golden as it was, equally precious to me are mellow family weekends, watching movies on TV, playing with Daniel on the beach, and eating pizza in downtown Ocean City. My friend Steve reminds me to celebrate my life. Glamorous in Westhampton, or downhome in Narberth, I have so much to celebrate. Champagne optional.