(Read Part 1 here)
The wine bar where Becky hosted her party was large by New York City standards, which is to say, two people could stand side by side in between the bar and the wall, if those people were okay with touching intimately. There was a separate area in back with couches, rugs, and low-hanging exposed lightbulbs, the kind that indicate that this wasn’t your run of the mill bar, this was a sophisticated bar where you might hit your head on a low-hanging exposed lightbulb, but not even care.
Becky’s fiancé Phil greeted us at the door with large engulfing hugs. Phil went to Yale with me and was in my secret society (don’t tell anyone) so we have a pretty great friendship groove already carved out. Waiting with him was Marshall, my fiancé. Two fiancés in a wine bar! They’ve been known to pal around. Once I witnessed a 45 minute conversation in which Marshall and Phil discussed teaming up for an “Apocalyptic...
My name is Felicia Ricci and I'm giving a TEDx Talk at Yale this Saturday. My tentative topic is REVISION.
How do you revise your life to create your reality?
Needless to say, I'm pretty freaked out, especially as I sit at Starbucks, writing the world's longest manifesto on Life and its myriad questions.
Part of my thesis is that revision sucks. A fact of which I'm painfully reminded as I revise, revise, revise, revise this here TED talk.
Oh, TED. Who are you? If ever I meet you, I'm going to give you a friendly slug to the chin. You know one of those light punches that says You old so-and-so but is underscored with actual hostility?
At least I have five more days.
With this in mind, do you want to see me talk? Lord help you, you can reserve your ticket here. If you come, be sure to laugh any time I make anything resembling a joke.
Or maybe I will convey my thoughts through interpretive tap dance. There is no way to know.
Love and Life...