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I've been avoiding thinking about Friday. Every time I've thought about it I've just had to blink and change the subject in my head. I felt vaguely ill every time I imagined what I might end up doing that night. Nothing seemed remotely bearable. Until I decided to throw a party! That's right. I've invited my friends and siblings. My parents will be making an appearance and a monetary contribution to Eliza's Nonwedding Party 2003. Three of my dearest friends will be in town from far and wide. My sister canceled plans in order to come. My friend from New York is going to be in charge because she was kind of born to plan parties. I've been trying to reach my friend in San Francisco to tell her about the idea but I think she's in an interview right now. I called my friend in Seattle who arrives tomorrow and he's all over the party plans. We're just going to have finger foods, beer, and wine. Casual. On the back patio, probably, if the weather's nice, with some citronella candles to keep the West Nile at bay. And suddenly I'm looking forward to that night. Which I never, ever thought I would again. Even if only a few people show up, I know that I'll love those people, and that they'll love me, and we can raise a glass to each other. And instead of feeling sick and sad, I feel safe. And protected. And loved by these amazing people who've gathered around me and held me up and have not let me fall.
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