Resolutions are strange to me. I feel like all year long I'm striving to change the bad things and be a better person, physically and mentally.
I fail, of course, regularly.
What can I say? I'm a sucker for sweets and beer... Speaking of beer, I've been researching growing hops and barley. Both seem relatively simple and the idea of a wall of hops separating my front and backyard seems cool.
For the first six years of our relationship my husband, Tony, was a non-drinker. More specifically, he was 100% straight edge. He sang and toured the world with his straight edge band. They went on hiatus last summer, and he's been focusing on working like crazy. One of the members started drinking last fall, strangely this was a huge deal to the dudes in his band. I never really understood, as I've always had a mixture of friends that were edge/drank so it didn't mean much to me. I guess the fact that they wrote all of this music and spent six months a year touring the world telling people it's ok not to drink made this new change feel deceiving.
This particular band member has been a part of our lives since the beginning of our relationship. We lived with him for a while and he saw all the good and bad that came with us being apart during his touring and when I moved from Boston to St. Louis leaving Tony behind to finish school. He knew our relationship better than anyone. When I suggested to Tony the day after he proposed that his band member be the officiant at our wedding it took a lot of thinking on his part. I thought it was a given. This friend is well spoken, intelligent, and knows our relationship better than anyone else. The strange feeling of deceit was lingering for Tony. He eventually came around, as he usually does, and we asked our friend to marry us.
We got married a month ago. We had a group of roughly 10 friends come in from Boston to celebrate with us. They all stayed with us, in our 2.5 bedroom house. It was awesome. This as the first time the old band had gotten together since the hiatus and since the one member started drinking. I didn't know what to expect. Turns out, our friend was the exact same person (imagine that!) and Tony and the others chilled out. Tony had his first drink in over 10 years during the toast at our wedding reception. He has slowly started trying other beers, wines, ciders, etc. He hasn't changed.
I'm thinking we'll try to home grow and brew our own beer this year. Maybe we'll convince the Boston crew to come back out and share a pint with us.
I fail, of course, regularly.
What can I say? I'm a sucker for sweets and beer... Speaking of beer, I've been researching growing hops and barley. Both seem relatively simple and the idea of a wall of hops separating my front and backyard seems cool.
For the first six years of our relationship my husband, Tony, was a non-drinker. More specifically, he was 100% straight edge. He sang and toured the world with his straight edge band. They went on hiatus last summer, and he's been focusing on working like crazy. One of the members started drinking last fall, strangely this was a huge deal to the dudes in his band. I never really understood, as I've always had a mixture of friends that were edge/drank so it didn't mean much to me. I guess the fact that they wrote all of this music and spent six months a year touring the world telling people it's ok not to drink made this new change feel deceiving.
This particular band member has been a part of our lives since the beginning of our relationship. We lived with him for a while and he saw all the good and bad that came with us being apart during his touring and when I moved from Boston to St. Louis leaving Tony behind to finish school. He knew our relationship better than anyone. When I suggested to Tony the day after he proposed that his band member be the officiant at our wedding it took a lot of thinking on his part. I thought it was a given. This friend is well spoken, intelligent, and knows our relationship better than anyone else. The strange feeling of deceit was lingering for Tony. He eventually came around, as he usually does, and we asked our friend to marry us.
We got married a month ago. We had a group of roughly 10 friends come in from Boston to celebrate with us. They all stayed with us, in our 2.5 bedroom house. It was awesome. This as the first time the old band had gotten together since the hiatus and since the one member started drinking. I didn't know what to expect. Turns out, our friend was the exact same person (imagine that!) and Tony and the others chilled out. Tony had his first drink in over 10 years during the toast at our wedding reception. He has slowly started trying other beers, wines, ciders, etc. He hasn't changed.
I'm thinking we'll try to home grow and brew our own beer this year. Maybe we'll convince the Boston crew to come back out and share a pint with us.
