Tag: childhood

My parents made me grossly over-estimate how much black tie would be inolved in my adulthood

Two separate black tie events I attended with my father.  Yes, I grew up in Downton Abbey.

Two separate black tie events I attended with my father. Yes, I grew up in Downton Abbey.

Growing up with rich, socialite-y parents is confusing when you grow up to become a middle class weirdo…

When I was a child, I have TONS of memories of seeing my father in a tuxedo — seriously the man OWNED a tux, like “yes, I will be requiring this outfit for more than one occasion” — and my mother in an evening gown. My mother had an entire “evening gown section” of her walk-in closet-that-was-really-a-room. The heavy drapes of velvet and sequined fabric (it was the ’80s) became one of my favorite hide-and-seek spots.

I’m sure I’m mis-remembering, but it seemed like every month, my parents had a black tie event to attend. I’d watch them get ready — dad setting out his tux and shoes in his closet, then fussing with his cufflinks at the dresser, and mom glamorously accessorizing her stunning dress, then sitting down at her vanity to expertly apply makeup.

Hell, I even attended my fair share of black tie events as a child — wearing itchy, poofy dresses with gloves or giant bows, and those horribly-stiff, shiny-black, patent leather Mary Janes.

I had built up such a collection of fucking GOWNS, by the time I was in college, that I had more dresses to wear to balls and galas then to a your run-of-the-mill formal-ish parties. As I started getting rid of all my gowns — realizing that they were just taking up precious closet space — I thought, “WTF, mom and dad. Black tie was clearly NOT going be a major part of my social life like I thought it would be.”

I think I’ve attended ONE black tie event as a grown up — I was my mom’s date to the wedding of a childhood friend, held at The Los Angeles Country Club (yet another thing that, as a child, I thought would be more a part of my adult life). I ended up wearing the dress I wore to my cousins’ black tie wedding, held when I was in high school. (THAT dress, I kept, because it could make a good Black Swan costume one day.)

Recently, my mom and my friend Drew got into some weird designer gown discussion on Instagram…

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On the importance of reading in my life

My dad and I used to read together at bedtime. I remember sharing laughs and bonding together over Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn — my dad and Mark Twain working together to instill in me this love of literature. Did he have any idea that I’d grow up to major in American Literature at the same college he attended? I don’t know, but he certainly wasn’t surprised when it happened. 😉

And yes, I still read now as much as I did when I was younger. Of course there was that brief period of time during college where I read more than I’ve EVER read in my life — I had, at times, five or six books that I was reading at once — novels, poetry, art history books, etc. It was nuts. But now, back to normal, I have one book that I read at a time. Usually, I just get to read it at night since I work all day long.

The bookshelf on my side of the bed.

Oh wait, I just lied…

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How I still “play pretend” as an adult

Two days ago an old friend from my youth just happened to drive by while I was walking the dogs. I hadn’t seen this guy since, what? Junior High? I started to think about how our lives intersected to begin with… he made friends with my best friend (at the time) who had moved away. And then I got to thinking about that old best friend…

Me and the aforementioned best friend on my 12th birthday. (my dad in the background)

Me and the aforementioned best friend on my 12th birthday. (my dad in the background)

Our favorite thing to do together was to “play pretend.” We’d play in the trees behind her house and create so many different worlds and story lines, most of the time we’d either be magical sisters trying to escape evil witches or we’d pretend to be different animals living in the forest. And we’d do this all day and all night, well into the “too cool” years. We both grew up and drifted apart, and now she kicks some major ass at World of Warcraft. And it got me wondering how I didn’t become a D&D, WoW or RPG nerd.

It’s more than likely that I didn’t get sucked into role playing games because I didn’t have any friends who were into that. In fact, for a while there, I didn’t really have any friends at all — preferring instead to act out my imagination through writing. I would sit at our family’s only computer and write all day and all night, the way I had played pretend.

Now, I don’t write fiction anymore, I stopped writing in High School, when I realized that, even though I wasn’t bad, I wasn’t good either. And the world doesn’t need anymore average to lame writers — it’s already hard enough to sift through the crap to find the good stuff. So, I turned my focus to reading and majored in English Lit instead of writing in college. And now reading awesome works of literature is how I fulfill my imagination’s desire to romp and play.

Today, I get some of that same thrill of playing pretend by cosplaying (as lame as I am at it). But I get to dress up, and play act a character, or at least feel like a different person for a time. When I dress up and go to parties, I feel just as jubilant and free as I did when I pretending to be an animal living in the forest.

The other way I get some play-time in, is with my puppies. Aaron and I wrestle with them and make growling noises, play and hide and go seek and “smell it/find it” and just generally act like kids with them. (Seriously, if you were to hear us playing you’d think we’d gone mental.) But, better than kids, they’ll never get tired of us playing with them, and they’ll never start to think they’re “too cool” to play either!

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