Love + Sex
Positano, Italy, is all about “the wedding.” This town loves its brides, and it loves its lace. It's kind of bizarre to inhabit a town that, besides for its beauty and tourist economy, is known for its white linen and lace. Most of the town’s windows are draped in the frilly white cloth, and I saw no less than 14 brides this week. On top of that, it seems like everyone’s here on their honeymoon. Everyone except me of course.
I'm writing from my quaint veranda in Positano, Italy, along the Amalfi coast. A bunch of us from all over the U.S. flew here for a friend's wedding, all so that this pair could make their vows in front of us and in turn have us vow to hold them accountable.
The International Rescue Committee honored World Refugee Day by putting on a special screening of Sundance award winner God Grew Tired of Us, which follows the lives of three young Sudanese men (aka Lost Boys) to the United States, at Letterman Digital Arts Center. A post-screening discussion and VIP reception were then held at nearby Pres a Vi.
I'm not one of those "let's throw a party for me" kind of people. I spend most birthdays out of San Francisco with my family in Michigan to avoid the party thing. Mostly because I can't bare the thought of people not having fun, running out of drinks, showing up too early or too late or too any of the hundred and one things that could possibly go wrong and therefore make me regret having the party in the first place.