This Weekend - Bridal Shower Edition

Copper Blues is my favorite bar in West Palm. Their cocktails are named after great songs, I once won a free drink because I knew CItizen Cope’s Sideways and John and I have had some excellent dates there. So much so that we consider it one of “our places.”

A bar isn’t a standard venue for a bridal shower but I figure these standards were set way back when women weren’t even allowed to vote, so the hell with standards.

Kerouac said it best - live, travel, adventure, bless and don’t be sorry.

Therefore, Mehndi + Mimosas at Copper Blues was born - a happy marriage between two cultures just like me.

Mehndi (or henna as it is known in Arabic), bottomless mimosas, a shitload of carbs and cheese and women who make me proud to be a feminist.

271 miles. 100 cookies. The best person I know.

"There are two powers in the world; one is the sword and the other is the pen. There is a third power stronger than both, that of women." —Malala.

Planning a wedding is stressful and since event planning is part of my job, I’ve been looking at it through the same lens - gotta make sure we pay this deposit, gotta order the favors, gotta finalize the headcount.

The joy and celebration of getting married got eclipsed by the checklist and it became a task.

But yesterday, I took a moment and took a breath. I looked around and saw a palpable sense of joy immediately followed by a swell of immense gratitude.

My God, this is my life.

I couldn’t help but think of Charles Bukowski:

“Like the fox I run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth I’m surely the luckiest man alive.”