Erincita

Ode to Megan
Friday, May 06, 2005

Megan is my favorite person on this earth right now. AMAZING. It's like finding the love of your life, except without the romance part. We sense each other's feelings and thoughts, have similar interests and can't seem to get enough time together. Over the past five years I've known her, I've never felt ashamed to laugh, cry, and simply be whoever and whatever I am at the moment with her. I'm fiercly protective of her and her fragile heart as she is with mine (hearts should always remain fragile and soft--it's the hard-hearted people who are ruining this world).
Since I returned to my lovely homeland of the Pacific Northwest in February 2004, we've become close friends, which we both find a little odd considering that we first met at Mars Hill and now attend different churches. One of the best things about where I live is that we're neighbors. I'm ten minutes away from the most important things in my life--church, friends, and work. We help each other feel "cultured", and I have to admit I feel arrongant saying it. We prefer plays to movies, dinner parties to restaurants, billowy blouses to T-shirts. We both became Christians around the same time, although she was a few years older, and seem to have been on parallel paths ever since. Watching each other grow in wisdom and faith through similar experiences is what helps us appreciate and understand one another so well.
Tomorrow I have two parties to attend. At my own house is a combination Mothers' Day, Marc's birthday, my birthday (26), and 10-year anniversary celebration for Kate and Marc. We are having a luau theme where the person with the coolest flip-flops wins a prize. It's going to be a progressive party, with people coming and going from 11am until whenever. I am supposed to be at Megan's "cottage" (a perfect guesthouse she rents from her nextdoor mansion-owning landlords) by 3pm so we can prepare for my birthday party that she agreed to host. It will be very intimate, probably 6 or 7 people. The plans are to start at five with a dinner and drinks and head out around 7pm to a dance recital in downtown Seattle. I just got back from her house, where we pored over cookbooks and dreamed of future dinner parties (our perfect idea of a Friday night), after running errands for the party. I arrived at the cottage with my already marinating Cornish Game Hens because we ran out of room in my fridge at home. I somehow came across a recipe for Apricot Ginger Game Hens, which I'm going to pair with Apricot Ginger Couscous (both recipes on allrecipes.com). Megan and I will be preparing a salad and appetizer tomorrow. We went to the liquor store, Trader Joes, Starbucks and the Ballard Market to get everything.
The first stop was the liquor store, where we bought Kahlua and vodka (because my favorite drink is a White Russian), Margarita mix (a la Cinco de mayo), and Bailey's Irish Cream (because I begged her to make her famous chocolate mousse for dessert). At Trader Joes we picked up the salad fixings and crackers among many other things we simply had to have once we saw them, and then went to Starbucks in the U-District to get my weekly pound of coffee. This week it was a pound of Decaf Espresso Roast, my favorite, ground for her french press. At the Ballard Market we bought fruit, ice, garnish, a circle of brie, and fozen puff pastry for an appetizer I can't wait to see. Today she gave me the best compliment, saying that I was her favorite cook. All this time I've been trying to impress her and she thought she was trying to keep up with me. Her specialty is French cuisine, which she says isn't difficult: if it doesn't taste right just add cream and butter until it does. We returned to the cottage and had a pre-party of crackers with salmon cream cheese, listening to Norah Jones.
So that's a play-by-play of my evening. Hope you enjoyed it. In other news, I've scored an interview with my church for the position of "Pastoral Assistant to the Pastoral Care Department". I'm thankful that my landlord use to work for a recruiter and his job was to dress up resumes for prospective employers. He literally spend hours helping me revamp my resume and proof-reading a cover letter for this job. More important, however, is that I've been volunteering at the church for years. They know me. Everything required in the position is something I've already done in some capacity. I guess you could say that I'm on my own for the interview. Just praying!! I'd really love this job but probably wouldn't leave Starbucks completely, especially since I'm such an addict. With that said, let me emphasize that I'm not too hopeful. It's a big church, there were alot of applicants, and I'm sure that many were more than qualified. I've already spoken with two friends who applied for the same position! I wonder if they got interviews...
I'm also looking into volunteering at the UW Medical Center for the "Spanish Prepared Childbirth Class", in order to get my Spanish back up to where it used to be. Beyond working with Spanish speaking mothers-to-be, I know nothing about this opportunity. The orientation is on Wednesday. Hopefully there will be some interesting news next time I post!

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