The Bobcat

“What do people like myself and my friends do on a random Tuesday night?” You might be asking yourselves (I feel confident that you are)…

Why…

We throw a huge masquerade party and call it

The Bobcat.

Yep. That’s how we roll.

I had the honor and privilege of attending what is most assuredly the BEST party of the century---and in my home-town to boot.

Tuesday evening, “my boys” (they do have names—Eric Aycock, Patrick Flanagan, and Sean Omlor) decided to throw down and get down for their crowns. We never need an “excuse” to party, but we did have several reasons for this one.

Namely that our two-dear-lovely-adorable friends are moving! One left today for Los Angeles (the beautiful and lovely Hannah Ford) and the other one (Lindsey Brown) is moving to Memphis in a week!

We threw down in royal fashion with masks and disco balls and a playlist that would make even your own mama shake what the good lord gave her.

I danced for 4 hours straight. I was dripping with sweat after the first 30 minutes.

Leslie Lee Marshall (my adopted big sis) was so gracious as to let us use her downtown facility, Elegance Ballroom Dance Studio, to host our shin-dig.

I got to see dear friends of mine that I hadn’t seen for at least the last 2 years, if not longer.

We hugged, kissed, danced, and hugged some more.

These people have seen me through some of my very lowest and darkest times.

and now they are seeing me through one of the best and most positive times.

Without a shadow of a doubt, I know these people love me. And I most certainly hope they know how much I love them.

In all our bizarre and quirky ways, we are a family. We hold each others’ hands through thick and thin. We laugh, make-fun of, and belittle one another. We also adore, nurture, and affirm one another.

I can not imagine my life without them.

It’s a huge reminder that goodness abides.

We may be a little rough around the edges, but in the center, there’s nothing but goodness to be found.