This past weekend I attended a second holiday party. The invitation was from one of my favorite colleagues, Mark, and his beautiful wife, Vicki. Each party invitation is appreciated – and tempting. Tis' the season. I enjoy all of the things that gathering with friends offers. Given my restrictions, I've declined some invitations; this one I choose to attend. It was scheduled to start at 8pm. I had dinner early – a small baked potato and reheated, sauteed cabbage - no big surprise there – at about 5pm. I left the house close to 8pm. Given that I ate dinner earlier than I typically do, I suspected that hunger would set in as the hours passed. Just before stepping out the door I thought to shell a few hard-boiled eggs and gobble them down. But I was already running late.
Should I take something with me? I had a bottle of Malbec in hand, smartly adorned with “bottle bling,” but no plans to take along food – and I knew I wouldn't be enjoying a glass of wine. But maybe I could bring nuts? Cashews are good. Maybe almonds would be more appropriate. Everyone likes pistachios. Definitely not peanuts. I couldn't bring carrots without dip. My mind began to spin. The invitation was decidedly not a potluck.
What is appropriate party etiquette? I generally bring a bottle of wine, good cheer, and high energy. I've never given it much thought. I know not to double-dip the shrimp, the pita chips, or anything dipp-able; my natural tendency is to ask questions, I reserve real self-revelation for those I trust; and, God forbid, should I spill red wine on the sofa I'd offer (insist) to pay for the cleaning. Is that sufficient? Never in my life have I asked, “What would Martha do?” Just not my thing. And is Martha the party authority? Stop, Ann, just head to the party and enjoy.
I arrived virtually at the same time as one of my dearest friends, Chris. I enjoyed connecting with my colleagues, good conversation, and water was readily available. I ate three carrots. A few people offered me a glass of wine. Slightly odd looks were given when I declined. If I could read minds, one might say “Is she recovering.” Well, maybe. Maybe I'm recovering from the conventional, from that which is expected, or ordinary, or from that which I would otherwise accept without any real thought.
As this project comes to a close, I'm rethinking all that is the established practice, especially as it relates to consumption, and especially during this time of year. As I look forward to Christmas, I'm clear that my greatest gift will be food.
28 Days | $700 | 3 Non-profits
For the next 28 days, from November 27 through December 24, I'll significantly reduce my food choices: I'll eat only 7 foods, 5 condiments, and drink only 1 beverage (what are they? You'll have to read my blog to find out!). Lattes, fish and chips, veggie pad thai, and vino be gone--Yaaouch! By doing this, I will save approximately $700 that I will then donate to three extraordinary, greater-Denver non-profit organizations.
We've all felt the pinch of these tough economic times. Hit especially hard are organizations that function solely to help the most vulnerable among us. Click the links on the right to learn more about the great work of three such organizations, and then cast your vote. Your vote will determine the percentage of the $700 that each organization will receive. I encourage you to influence the votes of others–but please only vote once. I'll blog about my G.U.L.P. journey and update my progress daily. If you scroll down, you'll find my daily blog postings. Your comments are encouraged!
WHY FOOD, WHY NOW? I wanted my G.U.L.P. choice to be a significant but realistic sacrifice. Food seemed an obvious choice for several reasons: First, I spend a lot of money on food. Not just basic sustenance, but on brunches, dinners out, pricey markets, happy hours, and expensive take-out. When I reviewed my budget and found that I spend roughly $700 each month on eating and drinking, I realized I needed to check this luxury. Second, I think the act of eating is relatively thoughtless for many of us--it has been for me. The question isn't what will I eat, but rather, what do I want to eat. Finally, I chose this time of year for my G.U.L.P. project because the holidays tend to intensify our emotions. For those who have plenty, it’s often a time of celebration and feelings of joy can be readily identified. For those who are barely getting by, the holidays can be agonizing.
JOIN ME: What would you give up for 28 days? I have chosen to limit food choices, but that's just one idea. If each one of us gave up a non-essential item, service, or even a certain food for a manageable period of time--something that we've been conditioned to believe is a need rather than a want, and commit the money saved to an effective community organization, imagine the impact! If you decide to give something up--and I hope you do!--I'd love to hear about your experiences.
Monday, December 21, 2009
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