Another revolution around the sun. Seems like life used to change more in a year than it has this time around. The highlights from 2002:
Celebrated a quarter-century of life with lunch at my favourite restaurant. A restaurant to which I can never return due to a spontaneous birthday spanking in front of the restaurant staff.
Hobbes (my almost-11-year-old female ginger tiger cat) got a boyfriend. I adopted Tiger (since renamed Oscar by my mum) – a grey and white, 11-year-old cat of a friend’s mum seized by animal control. I nursed him back to health from an icky upper respiratory infection. He’s now mostly a lovable thing when he’s not trying to drink of out of the toilet.
Played my first solo gig on my birthday.
Opened for the Vagina Monologues at RIT with Oak (my band) in front of our largest audience yet. Of course, 15 minutes before we were scheduled to start, I took it into my head to run (literally) across campus to get something to eat. We got through it OK, but the guitarist will never let me forget it.
Safely enjoyed my second annual ice-skating adventure. (I fell on my arse the first year when I got brave enough to leave the safety of the side of the rink.)
Also, ran down Monroe Avenue in a green prom dress for the St. Patrick’s Day hash.
Gigged in a supermarket for the first time. An organic, vegetarian co-op, of course.
Became a board member on the Rochester Music Coalition, a non-profit organization dedicated to energizing Rochester’s music scene (www.rochestermusiccoalition.org).
I also learned Reiki I, an energy healing modality. Great stuff, Reiki.
Went to my first hashing weekend in Harrisburg, Penn., with a friend and some Rochester hashers. I had such a good, relaxing time, naked midnight run and all. (Visit www.harrier.org if you don’t know what I’m talking about.)
Visited New York City for the first time. Loved it.
Started a blog: www.silandara.com/blogger.html.
Virgin visit to Atlantic City. The casinos gave me a headache.
Spent a weekend in a tent on Sylvan Beach (somewhere near the Adirondacks, but not quite). Stopped wearing a watch.
Played at ACME Bar and Pizza on Monroe Ave. with Oak—our longest and most prosperous gig to that date. It went great until the locals started heckling us after midnight (all our friends had gone home by then).
Went house hunting for a while before giving up in disgust at the crazy-competitive Rochester housing market. I was outbid on two houses for which I offered the full asking price.
Met my future sister-in-law (my brother’s true love) and actually enjoyed an afternoon tanning and playing in the waves on South Beach, FL.
Met my own true love while enjoying Harem 2002 for a few good weeks. I can unabashedly say I’m madly in love with him. (Name: Kevin; Height: 6’; Hair: red; Age: 26; Sign: Pisces)
Played my second solo gig at a coffeehouse, opening for a healing/meditation service put on by some spiritually minded friends.
Went kayaking for the first time. What fun (and post-event soreness).
Camped out at the 30th annual Golden Link Turtle Hill Folk Festival, paying for my ticket by volunteering for six hours. What an experience: all those folkies, all that musical talent. I learned to swing dance and discovered tie-dye underwear.
Celebrated 11 years in the United States and two in Rochester with a dinner for eight at my apartment (for which I had to ask guests to bring chairs for their dates as I didn’t have enough).
Quit school again. So much for the 10-year plan.
Had lunch with Magic Johnson. He was at RIT for a parent/alumni weekend thing. Well, maybe I didn’t exactly eat lunch WITH him, but I was at the next table over where I could clearly see him gesturing and talking to people paying rapt attention.
Spent a lot of time with Kevin (also true for September, November and December).
Dressed up as an 80s punk rocker chick for Halloween. They say that what you dress as for Halloween you’ll end up being for the next year…
Reiki II class. 🙂
Spent Thanksgiving with Kevin’s mum’s side of the family. Had a couple of glasses of wine and a great time.
Found a new favourite restaurant.
Oak broke up. Now I’m one little nut all on my own. That’s OK. Watch www.silandara.com for details as they unfold.
Visited Chicago for the first time. Impression: not much windier than Rochester and no colder. It’s just taller and bigger and I don’t go walking around downtown Rochester at night when it’s 15 F. While seeking warmth, I stumbled across a coffee shop that was having an open mic night starting just then. So I borrowed a guitar and joined in the fun.
Decided Christmas this year could do with being a little simpler, a little lighter, a little less.
Started house hunting again. Wish me luck.
I admit I sum up the year partly for selfish reasons (other than my lack of regular communication with much of my friends and family). It gives me a good look at what I’ve learned, even when I think nothing has really changed.
Seems like there’s been a lot of firsts, new experiences, a continuation of traditions and slowly getting to where I want to go. Which is what I want for myself: to keep learning, growing, changing, creating, while maintaining stability and growing roots.
I sincerely hope 2002 has treated you well and that the coming year brings the fruition of your dreams.
Merry Christmas, Season’s Greetings, a joyful Yuletide and Solstice to you. May Spirit bless you and yours.