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Gx Webzine: Vol B Issue 11 November 2002
Volume B Issue 11 November 2002
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A Twentysomething Journal:
Equanimity
by Ayrrichelle Aday



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Equanimity: a calmness when facing difficult situations. Delve deep into my world and discover what it is like to live one day in the shoes of Generation X.



Entry for November 2002
Ladies Night

Ladies Night was a blast Friday night. Everyone was suppose to bring a mexican dish. I, on the other hand, did not even bother with that. Instead, I went to the grocery store and picked up some sour cream, 2 bottles of sparkling cider, and a dessert. There was not way I could have made a mexican dish that wouldn't of parished during the day sometime. So I opted to be the odd man out. Luckily there was so much mexican food that my dish was never missed.

Twila (our host) lived in the ritzy part of town called Burningtree. Burningtree is filled with mansion like houses and up scale homes. So when I pulled up in the driveway I just marveled at the how large the house was. You could easily fit 3 of my own home in the place. The inside was designed to the hilts and I spent most of the night admiring the joint. About 15-20 other women from church showed up for the festivities. We all sat down at Twila's large dinning room table and ate and talked and ate and talked. This went on for about an hour or two. The the dishes were cleared and cappicinos and desserts were served and so we ate and talked and ate and talked some more.

About 10 p.m. some of the older women left to go be with their families. While the younger of us retired to the den. There we played group games and pictionary and talked and talked and talked some more. It was 2:15 a.m. before we all left. We were having such a good time. I made it home by 3 p.m. and put myself straight to bed.

The topics of conversation were diverse. Dotty made us laugh so hard... but of course she always does that. She was the life of the party. She told some great stories but the best would probably have to be the one where he son (9 years) old tried to clean his turtle tank out and nearly scalded the turtles to death. Not that harming the turtles was funny, but rather Dotty's impression of how the turtle was reacting after it was rescued was hilarious. You might have just had to be there.

At any rate, we had a blast and we got to know each other alot better.

More inside.

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