As the countdown to my second year of college reaches closer and closer to zero, I've decided it is important to appropriately prepare myself for what lies ahead. If there is anything I became the master of by the conclusion of freshman year, it would be a sassy, but always classy weekend rally. So rather than put my body through complete shock when I am back in my NYC element, I decided to hop on the old horse but give it a New Orleans twist.
Coincidentally, this past weekend just so happened to be one of the most anticipated events of the summer: Supertiger's comeback. After several weeks of bench warming and sub-sequential cancer removal healing, my dad returned to the stage at one of Rock n' Bowl's hit nights, the Back to School Throwback. Every year, the Bucktown Allstars kick off the new school year, encouraging everyone to wear their old uniforms and show their school spirit. With "Where did you go to high school??" being one of the most important questions you can ask a Louisianan, many take this event very seriously. (I didn't go to a really popular or iconic high school so I channeled my inner most Veronica Lodge school girl vibe and hoped for the best.)
Now, this story couldn't be a true rally if we didn't all pick our eyelashes up off the bathroom floor, glue those girls back on, and pound them back the next night. I try, desperately, to keep trashy out of my night-out vocabulary. So, next on the weekend's agenda was the Cancer Association of Greater New Orleans's Vive la Cure event at The Chicory. (Note to self: Add this to your list of potential wedding reception venues because WOW.) With catering from a dozen different local venues and an open bar, we continued the weekend's theme of celebration. This time, we did so amongst a few hundred other cancer survivors and supporters. We even danced alongside my dad's oncologist, such a small world.
There are literally no words to describe the unconditional love and unstoppable support felt from everyone who participated in this comeback weekend. Every single person was rooting for a triumphant return and a killer show, and boy, they got what they asked for. There was never an empty spot on the dance floor in sight and as I looked around those rooms, I saw everyone who cared unconditionally for my family. We all twisted the night away in celebration of the end of an emotional summer. Things can only go up for all of us now.
In all honesty, this entire summer has been one big rally. There are not enough fingers, or toes, to count how many setbacks I experienced in just three short months. But now that I can look back on the journey, I can say that I kicked some serious ass. By no means did I do it alone, and I surely wasn't the only one to feel this way. But we did it. We survived the impossible and for that we can't help but to be incredibly optimistic for what's coming. I'm making the decision to move onwards and upwards, to leave this all behind where it belongs, and be open to the future. We have so much potential to choose the capacity of our happiness, and I encourage everyone who reads this to do the same.
Exercise your right to rally. And party on, friends!
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