Come On In

The Huz and I are both in this! Come see!

Local filmmaker Jeffrey Moore and Common Ground Theatre owner Rachel Klem team up to present this interactive, holiday entertainment. Set in West Durham, A Trailer Park Christmas follows the Dodson/ Hussy family as they grapple with crazy neighbors, ghosts, fruitcakes and a holiday tornado.

A letter from Loraine Dodson- Whispering Pines Trailer Park, West Durham: “Dear Friends- Please join our family for holiday festivities at our trailer, row M, lot 16. There will be snacks, a little karaoke, and a lot of love as we celebrate the season together. No need to bring anything except yourselves, RSVP if you’re coming. See you soon! Love, Loraine.”

December 8, 9, 10, 15, 16, 17 at 7:30 p.m.
December 11 & 18 at 2:00 p.m.
Tickets: $17- General, $15- Students & Seniors
Buy Tickets NOW at Brown Paper Tickets
Reservations: (919) 698-3870 or by E-Mail

Reflections

I am thankful…

…that my husband has such a close group of creative friends that I now officially feel a part of.

…that I am the only one in the office today, so I can goof off or work hard without feeling the scrutiny of my colleagues.

…that there was hardly any vegetarian food for Thanksgiving yesterday. It helped me to not eat like a pig, and also guilted the Huz into making me my own special batch of Thanksgiving delights while we decorate the house this weekend.

…for cold weather, so I can have fires on the back porch. Even if the house is now a jungle with ALL THE PLANTS!

…for my husband, who goes out of his way to make me feel special and appreciated for doing the things I would have to do anyway, like laundry, or sweeping.

…for family. So many complaints were bandied about yesterday about hating family members and horrible things people have done to each other. I’m so thankful that my family is whole, complete, and loving, even if it took me a while to get there.

The Rest of Thursday

Enter snickers and hub-bub related to the Bachelorette party. Let’s just say, what happens in Asheville stays in Asheville. Except that I have to tell you about the one female we encountered that evening, because it is too hard not to. I met her in the bathroom. She saw my beads, banners, rings, and pins and felt compelled to ask what was going on.

“I’m getting married! This is my party!”

“Oh girl, don’t do it. No just kidding. Do it. This is my 4th time! Actually, we got married before, but this time we’ll probably stick.”

She stuck near us, called me over so she could drunkenly introduce me to the man who won her heart a couple of times. And that was when we realized that she was wearing a man’s button up shirt. She may have thought it could pass as a funky dress. But it was totally a shirt. See her up in the corner there?

 

Bold

And so obviously pool happened. I rocked it.

We got home at a decent hour, partly because of the rain, partly because our bellies were so full, partly because we’re old, and mostly because we wanted to be fresh in the morning.

And so Friday happened.

Grrrrrr

They changed my radio station. Now instead of a neat station playing rock music with occasional quips from sad and lonely men, I have to listen to weird love ballads interrupted between each song by a pre-recorded phrase. “The best thing about radio 96.1? No sticky residue.” What the crap?

Instead of hearing some Aerosmith and AC/DC on the way home, I heard some random ballad from the 80s that no one has ever heard and a “No Doubt” song. (which was kinda neat to hear on the radio since they were popular when I was in middle school or high school. Can anyone be expected to distinguish the years when they are more than 10 years ago?)

“Like an iPod with turrets…without the swear words!”

Stupid.

Wedding – Let’s Begin

My wedding weekend started on Wednesday. The best man and his wife were flying into Asheville Regional that evening, and we agreed to pick them up and take them to their cabin. And of course, we were late.

The car was packed from foot to ceiling with wedding decorations, suitcases, dresses, snacks, I think we might have snuck a few homeless people and a small dog in as well. Only too late did I realize that we would have to drive directly to the cabin to unload everything so that we would have room for the best man, his wife, and their luggage. That added at least another hour. We were very late.

But we made it, and we picked up and D & J, and we stopped and got them food (since they hadn’t had dinner) and it was very nice. I hadn’t spent much time with them, mostly since they have never lived close to the Huz in all the time I’ve known him. So it was good to joke and laugh, and feel accepted in this elite group of Best Friends.

We stayed up most of the night playing Pictionary and talking. I finally fell asleep on the couch at 2 or 3 in the morning. A few hours later, I woke to the sound of my phone ringing. My youngest sister was on her way!

Thursday the family gathered. I repacked all I would need and stole the car and drove out to the airport once more to collect Cor. We drove back to our cabin just up the path and unloaded again. We returned the car, walked back to the cabin, and waited. We watched Friends and waited some more. I was finally reminded that we were going OUT that night and I hadn’t showered. So I left Cor to fend for herself in the huge cabin while I took the last luxurious shower I would have for a few days.

And then I heard the boys. And then I saw them with their parents and boy were they adorable. G unloaded an exhausting amount of stuff from her car. It seemed she would leave empty handed and return with what had to be the last of it only to go out and get another load. I think their car had a bit of the Mary Poppins magic if you know what I mean.

Mom and Dad and Cak and Juzzy were next to arrive. More was unloaded, and suddenly this little cabin in the woods felt like home. All our familiar foods, voices, and snot nosed faces were there. The shouts and sounds of little feet near the stairs, the separation of those who hang out upstairs and those who hang out downstairs, the fires, the wine, all of it was just fantastic.

And then we girls got donned in our fanciest jeans. I was loaded with “Bride-to-Be” accouterments and we were headed out the door.

Wedding – The Short Version

For those of you who may not have heard me complain, the wedding prep was a nightmare. It ran the gamut from failing to return correspondences to no shows for appointments to cancellations. Our engagement, potential site tours, and the day we picked up our license were all grey and rainy, yet I still planned for an outdoor ceremony. So when I say the day was perfect, I want you to have some points to compare.

The wind swept through the alley where my sisters, father and I waited patiently. The goosebumps prickled on my arms. I squatted behind my (tiny) father when a heard of guests came flooding down the stairs in front of us and found 4 perfect red leaves on the ground, one for each of the girls. My mouth wouldn’t stop. I was anxious. Not nervous per say, but indeed ready for this to happen and to happen sooner rather than later. And then my sisters stepped out of our hidey hole, lined themselves up on the stone steps, and started their descent amidst the leaves and mud to the lakeside deck below. I think one of them winked. Someone definitely whispered something.

And then my father stepped out into the sunlight. He was dashing in his Naval uniform. He smiled broadly, and waved his hand for me to join him. I stepped out, wrapped my arm through his, more grateful for the warmth than I realized, and held on for dear life. We started our walk, me smiling like a dope, him laughing at my faltering steps. “Oh! It’s the Beatles!” “Slow down then dad, that’s not the right song yet.”

I remember the absolute security I felt as soon as my shoe hit the solidity of the deck. The wood was unyielding, the seats were filled, people were smiling, Shoobs was there. The two heaters aligned at the back of the deck wrapped me in a warm glow and gave me just enough of a toasty boost to keep me comfortable. As I passed through them, I made a cheeky comment, and all my anxiety vanished. This was my ceremony, I could be myself.

We made our way up the aisle, my father and I. I checked in with my girls. It wasn’t until the preacher started talking that I even thought to check in with Shelby. I peaked at him from around my dad. He wasn’t looking. He was ok. My dad lifted my cage veil, kissed me sweetly on the cheek and put my hands into Shelby’s. I smiled, and immediately turned to my maid of honor to make her fix my veil. Except for one quick break to hand my bouquet over and one more to see and grab his ring from her, my eyes never left his. I remembered to use my best outdoor theatre voice so everyone could hear. This was real, this was happening, I could have shouted it from the mountain tops.

In 20 minutes, we were done.