I’m slightly delayed on this post. But the last few weeks have brought on alot of family activities. And being that I’m trying to claim Italian citizenship and embrace my Italian roots, and family is of the utmost importance, I must reflect for a moment.
The Italians have a saying: “A tavola non si invecchia.” Meaning, at a table with good friends and family, one does not grow old.
With all the food, family, and friends I’ve enjoyed the past month, I’m guessing I’ve done more than not grow old. I believe I’ve actually regressed in age. I’ll explain in a moment with a story.
The beginning of January started with welcoming a new sister to the family. My brother Caleb and my new sister Lea were celebrated in great fashion with a massive party. Family from all sides arrived and literally danced the night away. I believe my mother actually shocked some of her in-laws with her dance moves.
Quote of the night… My Uncle Desi (my dad’s youngest brother) turns to me in reference to my dancing mother, “Who is that woman? No, seriously, I’ve known her a long while and have never seen her like this.”
Apart from the joyous celebration of Caleb and Lea, I think one thing for sure was evident… our family is blessed with beautiful genes.
After an amazing time at home with family and friends over Christmas and for la festa de Caleb e Lea, I had the obligatory time back in the office before heading back to Louisiana for more festivities. This time in New Orleans and for the wedding of my dear friends Brian and Gill. Now I must return back to my initial Italian proverb… family and friends making you younger (basically).
On my flight from LA to NOLA, I, of course, had to go through security. Handing the TSA lady my boarding pass, I forgot to hand her my ID. No worries apparently, because she thought I was under 16 without government identification. Excuse me? Huh? What? Under 16??? Really? Confused and knowing that in ten years I would be highly flattered to be assumed 10 years younger, I pin it on the family and food from the week prior. Plus, again those Italian genes have yet to do me wrong.
Well, the Italians have another saying, “Chi si volta, e chi si gira, sempre a casa va finire.” Meaning, no matter where you go or turn, you will always end up at home.
The wonderful thing about family is that no matter how often you talk or see each other, you can always go home again. You can pick up right where you left it. My peeps in New Orleans may not be part of my genetic pool, however they are family. And an amazing family at that. I saw friends I had not seen since we departed that fair city four years ago. It was a homecoming. I truly love New Orleans. And getting to go back for a tremendous celebration for Gill and Brian and have our whole family back together for another big hoo-ra was truly amazing.
One snapshot cannot accurately portray the shenanigans that were had at this extravaganza. So I’ll just show you the beautiful couple (photo by Jeremy Mau).
Then, upon returning back home in Los Angeles, I joined another of my many families to celebrate another marriage of two friends – Bryan and Kanako. No photos from that event, but please note they also will fall into our good gene pool. Plus I ate really delicious lasagna that night… so I’ll call that an Italian event too!
I think two more Italian quotes can finish all this off explaining much of the fun that was had at these affairs.
L’acqua fa male e il vino fa cantare.
– Water hurts and wine makes you sing.
Riempi il bicchiere quando e vuoto, vuota il bicchiere quando e pieno, non lo lasciar mai vuoto, non lo lasciar mai pieno.
– Fill your glass when it is empty, empty it when it is full, never leave it empty, never leave it full.