por vida was a lot of fun. i've never celebrated the day of the dead before, ive always mistaken it for another halloween. *buzzer noise* a lot of it was very very serious. there was an alter wherein people placed mementos of loved ones who had passed away (i brought a small stained glass window that someone gave my grandpa when my grandma died and i inherited when he died, and the program from beatrix's memorial service.) there was also a wall where you could write a note to a passed on loved one and clip it onto a long string. by the end of the night it was fully covered, some of the notes were heartbreaking. to grandparents, lovers, parents, children, oh so heart breaking. i wrote a note for renee, beatrix, and each of my four grandparents. (im still shocked to think that i am grandparent-less even after all these years). i was pleased at the somber attitude about such things intermingled with the more light hearted things going on. lots of yummy food (pattycake vegan bakery cookies! cupcakes! sweetbreads! sugar skulls!), and sweeeeeet art. i wish i had money to purchase art. years ago we bought a bunch of derek hess pieces and they just are not us anymore. what does one do with such stuff now? i dont want it to go to waste but alas, there is no art recycling program.
i ran into an exboyfriend there. he being the only guy besides david that ive been really serious with. i said hello and in a too-loud voice he replied cordially but stiffly. instantly that awkwardness translated that i always had feared - that i had seriously wounded this guy back in the day. i felt terrible, wanted to hug the guy or pat him on the back but that would have proven infinity worse right? i felt like a turd off and on the rest of the evening thinking about it. is there an ecard for "sorry i broke up with you years and years ago but it was for the best and i dont regret it even if it hurt you?" the tagline seems a little long so im just going to say no on this one.