Last night, was the awarding of the Maraca of Doom; our annual Sinko de Winesday party.
The Maraca is an award given each year to a member of the Winesday family who has made the best, or most noteworthy, or ridiculous, or embarrassing showing where alcohol was involved.
This year, there were three contenders: KC, Rebex, and Matthew. I cannot detail the specific circumstances of their nominations, but suffice it to say, each was legendary in its own right, and this year’s was a tough field.
The award went to Matthew. And so, it was the beginning of the beginning — a steppingstone to other, great things to come.
I understand that the word “cinco” is not spelled “sinko” and I further understand that last night was actually “Diez de Mayo.” I further understand that “Cinco de Mayo” itself is a made-up American holiday, and Mexican independence day is in September.
However, Sinko de Mayo derives its name from a Cinco de Mayo party three years ago, which I believe was actually on Cinco de Mayo, wherein someone vomited in grand fashion in my sink.
Last night’s event was tame in comparison. A lot has happened in three years!
I would be lying if I said that I haven’t struggled through the ways that this group has changed over the past year in particular — because that change has been dramatic. And I would be lying if I said that I felt like I should’ve had (or that I have wanted) some control. I would also be lying if I said that I hadn’t sought counsel on this; if I said that I hadn’t gone to someone I trust and said: What am I doing wrong; what can I do better; what am I doing right?
And the answer: Nothing. Nothing is wrong; nothing is right. But you, Meredith, can do better by sitting back; listening; accepting.
The waiting and watching and being and living — that’s all the hardest part. Living through a transition? Torture. But torture is not always bad.
Er. I mean that kind of torture is not always bad. Nor is change. Everything’s changing. And I am not in control of that. Which I am coming/have come to accept.
But the real point here is that last night was a tradition I cherish, and the company was lovely, and as we grow and become something bigger and better than what we ever have been, I hope that we do gather to celebrate this silly thing for a long time to come.