Narc, Narc…Who’s There: In the Beginning

I couldn’t believe that more than two months had passed since I’d interviewed my sister. Although I didn’t have to start at the very beginning of my learning curve when it came to setting up the USB mics, recording, transcribing the audio file, editing the file and exporting it to be embedded into this blog post, I almost forgot the details of how to do it. Almost.

This time around the whole process went much smoother than the first time. I spent far less time beating my head against the wall, which meant I didn’t dwell in trial and error land. I actually fine tuned my editing skills. I still have room for improvement, but this clip is much cleaner than the one I edited when I interviewed my sister.

The best part: since my roommate, Stephanie, always talks about narcissists, AKA “narcs,” I’ve got plenty of opportunity to interview her for a multi-part series.

As an added bonus, here’s the edited transcript:

Teresa Roberson  0:00  
Hello, Stephanie.
 
Stephanie  0:02  
Hello, Teresa.
 
Teresa Roberson  0:04  
How you doing today?
 
Stephanie  0:06  
Well, you know, I do narc research and race research. So, as well as can be expected.
 
Teresa Roberson  0:14  
You know, you say "as well as to be expected," but I'm thinking "Oh, is that why you're mad? Is that why you're mad every day?"
 
Stephanie  0:22  
No, dude. And being able to see so much the connectivity between racism and narcissism. What I'm learning through my research is that a lot of people's trauma behavior, make sense. Like a lot of people who do things that that might irritate a lot of people. There is usually a very simple reason why they're doing it. Well, I say "simple," but basically, there is a reason why they do it. And you can actually try sift through their behavior. 
 
Teresa Roberson  1:02  
When did you start doing your research on narcissism?
 
Stephanie  1:06  
A friend of mine sent me a video with Dr. Ramani Durvasula last year and said, "Hey, you should watch this video." And it was about narcissism and Dr. Ramani Durvasula is the most well-known scholar on narcissism and I watched it and I was like, "Oh, dear goodness." And I listened to that video, while simultaneously reading How to Hide an Empire by Daniel Immerwahr. And I noticed the patterns, the ups and downs, the boredom, the thrill seeking. Everything about this is almost every single page I've been reading from this American history book and the more I read about history, and the more I see what the plans for the future are, the more I see the patterns, especially in our current paradigm in the United States.
 
Teresa Roberson  2:14  
So, what are the narcissistic patterns that you've noticed?
 
Stephanie  2:19  
So, the biggest ones that I've seen are control without responsibility because narcissism at its core is an impulse problem. And so, what was the originating impulse problem? Some European sailors came to the continents, saw something they liked, and wanted it. Well, indigenous people were like, yeah, we live here. Yet have some food, get rested and peace out. And the European sailor was like, “You know what? No, I don't feel like doing that.” And so, the different indigenous groups were like “Yeah, ya know, but we didn't, no this is, this is where we live, and it's fine that you want to come visit, but you don't understand how this works. And there's even research that's just been shown that says because of the quote unquote exploration that occurred, that's actually what set off climate change, ie you basically had a whole bunch of people come and take over an area, not knowing how it works, not knowing the ecosystem patterns and how to sustain them and broke it. Basically, the indigenous people kept trying to say “no.” And the European settlers just said, "No, you don't get to say ‘no.’" They changed laws. They change circumstances. The most obvious permutation is ironically, our neighborhood with Domain Riverside, ie, people live here. People have lives here. And because somebody sent a nice PDF to the city council and the planning commission, well, that's the end of our neighborhood. We're just gonna go ahead and add Domain Riverside. So, control without responsibility is the biggest element of narcissism that I've seen throughout my research.
 
Teresa Roberson  4:47  
So how is it that some foreigner can come to an indigenous land and say, "This is the law."
 
Stephanie  4:56  
And that is what people have basically failed to see. For example, we are having a pipeline struggle both with Canada and in South Dakota. And the reservations are, of course, the last vestiges of these “foreign countries,” for lack of a better definition. And they've basically said, “No, you actually don't get to run this pipeline through here. We live here. This will destroy our water when we're done here.” Yes. And the way you do it is by force. And so, one of the reasons why the reservations got so much, why "reservation" is even a term that we're familiar with, is because a foreigner refused to hear a "no," knew that they were not entitled to it, but decided that because they wanted it, it was theirs. They used force and basically decimated hundreds of thousands of people in favor of their perception of reality because another part of narcissism is a false reality. It's you have one vision of how the world should be, whether or not the world is actually that, is not necessary and it's not relevant. But because of your vision, you're entitled to, to fulfill your vision, even if it comes at the expense of someone else.
 
Teresa Roberson  6:33  
All right, so you talked about force. Is it just weapons?
 
Stephanie  6:37  
It is not just weapons. And it's interesting that you said the law because what happened during the quote unquote, American Revolution. Well, basically, some foreigners came over, decided I see it, I want it, it's mine. And then they crafted this Constitution, which included eminent domain, which says that the government can seize land if it's for the good of the country. Well, that's basically saying, "I know you said 'no,' but my 'yes' is more powerful. And I just changed the law. And because I changed the paradigm, and refused to acknowledge your 'no,' it's actually 'yes' now." And if you're like, "Look, but Stephanie, that makes no sense." You're right, it does make no sense. And that is what is happening right now. We're kind of in an era of disillusionment, where everything about the propaganda about the founding fathers and fighting for freedom that had nothing to do with the creation of this nation. This was all about, I see it, I want it, it's mine. And they put all of the elements they created a heck of a marketing campaign that basically said, "Oh, yes, and because we created these laws, your laws are irrelevant. I'm sorry, we have guns and that backs up our laws. It's kind of like the College Board was created so that black people couldn't go to college. And people will often say, "Oh, but we need the SATs and the GREs because how would we know that everybody's worthy to go to college? And it's like, you realize that college was not mainstream. And that was not that was something that everybody could or could not choose to do. And when black people finally realized, "Hey, you know, we like to nerd out. Let's all go to school too. They then said, "Well, we don't want you here. So, we're going to create this barrier that basically says, "Oh, you can't get prep, you can't learn how to do this, then you won't be here." So, when the dominant narrative basically adds a barrier, or shifts the paradigm, that's basically telling people that, you know, with enough propaganda, people get used to the idea that that's the way it always was. And that just makes sense. And what is so frustrating to so many people actually in the dominant narrative now is everybody's like, but we literally had no right to do all of those things. People just did them. They just did them and then they created a fake piece of paper and created a fake system that said, "No, the answer is ‘yes’ now." That was backed by force. So that is the narcissus’s greatest tool, their reality and their demand that everybody adhere to it.
 
Teresa Roberson  10:00  
Thank you so much, Stephanie, for at least explaining the beginnings of your narcissism research.
 
Stephanie  10:06  
Oh yeah. Don't worry, there'll be more.
 
Transcribed by https://otter.ai
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Hair Revolution

I’ve been working on the world’s sexiest dictionary for a couple of years because I’d used a labor-intensive process to illustrate the rough draft pictures. I recently bought a tablet and an app to facilitate illustrating. Total game changer! So much easier than the assbackwards method I used for the rough draft. Yet the rough drafts help with the overall composition and the example sentences.

With an easier process, I can render all the depicted black people with natural hair. Several recent events helped push me in that direction. There’s current legislation concerning hair discrimination. That bullshit has been around for centuries, but only now has gained traction with more diverse representation among elected officials.

A national outrage concerned a black senior at a Texas high school who was expelled because he wouldn’t cut his dreadlocks. The universe conspired with him. Black filmmakers invited him to the Oscars. They were nominated for their short animated film, “Hair Love,” which they subsequently won. Not only that, but they also wanted to help end hair discrimination and normalize natural black hair. Imagine that. Natural black hair must be normalized. Which other demographic in the United States must do that?

So, a few days later when I walked into the women’s locker room where I practice yoga, the first thing I saw was another black woman with a fabulously coiffed Afro. I greeted her since I didn’t want to appear creepy, staring at her hair. I told her about my dictionary project and how whenever I see another black person with natural hair, the visual really stands out to me for creative purposes.

She was so flattered that I considered her hair beautiful because she hadn’t done anything special to it. I think it’s such a woman’s way of viewing herself. Most men walk around thinking they’re the sexiest thing on earth, but we women always feel we have to do something extra special to be beautiful.

Of course we discussed the Oscars and the high schooler who attended because of his hair battle. “Apparently it’s part of his high school curriculum that black students embrace European standards of beauty,” I commented.

At that point, an older white woman who had been getting ready for the upcoming yoga class scurried out. I was then aware that she had found herself outnumbered. After all, we were two black women and a Latina, who was taking a shower but still part of the conversation, with no other white women around. So I figured her temporary minority status made her uncomfortable. At the same time, I thought it was unfortunate that she hadn’t stayed to listen and perhaps learn more about how black people experience life in the States.

When I shared this incident with a friend, another black woman, who was a decade younger, she saw the exiting white woman as a positive result. She concluded that the white woman sensed that black women needed a safe space to discuss an issue and would greatly benefit from not having a white person shut down the conversation or, make it about herself.

After yoga class, I walked into the women’s locker room and spotted some snazzy socks, depicting Nefertiti. I complimented the socks, then looked up to see that it was the same white woman. Yet this time, we engaged into a conversation about decorative, iconic socks, which she’d bought a pack of.

And no, I didn’t get into any cultural appropriation conversations. After all, I’m happy that an African woman, renowned for her beauty, was part of the iconic art socks. Now, to normalize natural African-descent hairstyles….

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Food Walk: 1618

The latest food walk destination was to a restaurant so new, my roommate and I didn’t even know its name, genre, dress code nor operating hours. Nonetheless, it was a good walking distance, past many other restaurants and the weather was fabulous.

My roommate walked in like she owned the place, wearing exercise leggings, and a bright T-shirt. I was dressed marginally better: cords with a T-shirt. Despite our raggedly looks, we were warmly greeted and directed to the host’s station, who greeted us with a similar reception.

The host sat us prominently in the middle of the restaurant where there was no hiding us. He handed us menus so new, the thick pages were still stiff.

We planned our order, so we wouldn’t walk back home with leftovers. We both got chocolate martinis since who doesn’t want to start with dessert first? Then we both got a small soup and an entree.

I absolutely loved the chocotini, wonton soup and spicy banana leaf salmon with brown rice. Throughout dinner, we speculated about the significance of the year 1618. After all, it was significant enough to name the restaurant, so it had to be something huge.

First thing that popped into my mind was Marco Polo’s travels to the Far East. On second thought, I remembered he’d lived way before that, which I confirmed on my phone after dinner.

Yet my post-dinner research had just begun. I could have simply asked the server about why that date was so important to Asian culture, but where’s the fun in that? My roommate speculated that it was the year before the first slaves were brought to the American colonies, but I shot that down, saying that that phenomenon wouldn’t have been significant to Asian countries.

Then we discussed the significance of numbers. We knew that in Asian culture 8 was an auspicious number and 4 was unlucky, but neither one of us knew anything about 16 and 18.

Soon it was time to leave and I suggested that we leave out the door where the parking lot was since I wanted to see how to access it when I drove to the restaurant. My roommate noted the restaurant’s name on the side of the building and commented, “Wouldn’t it be funny if 1618 was the address?”

We took about three steps to the right when we saw the adjacent business was numbered 1620. We lost it. She doubled over laughing, whereas I stood in stunned silence. After all the intellectual debate involving history and numerology, turns out we’d overthought the whole thing.

“One point for Yale!” She screamed, having figured out the mystery before I had. Well, I’ve made my alma maters proud on many other occasions, just not that one. “I’m mailing my degrees back to Carolina and DU!” I declared.

Of course, the only thing I’m going to do is recommend 1618 to anyone looking for a mid-range Asian fusion place.

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Poetry Submissions Via Fillable Forms

Here’s another piece of my upcoming podcast puzzle: an expiring link that limits a response to 1000 characters for future listeners to submit an episode-inspired poem. Although I figured out the mechanics of providing such a link, five other challenges arose.

First, I didn’t know who submitted what unless the writer included his/her name. Some people naturally did that, whereas others didn’t. I warned a few before they submitted their piece and they identified their work.

Second, the link allowed writers to copy and paste their submission, but it didn’t preserve the poem’s format, so I had to “fix” them manually. I used my best guess. Yet, even among friendly poets, I may have unintentionally offended them with my guesswork formatting.

Third, once my podcast becomes popular, fixing poetry formats manually would not be scalable. I could hire a part-time person to handle poetry submissions, but would that be the best use of their time? After all, that particular aspect of the podcast is free, so the position itself isn’t directly sustainable.

Fourth, one friend submitted a delightful short poem, written by a famous poet, so I can’t put that one on the blog. That submission reminded me that I should have included another response area where poets could type their name in response to a disclaimer that what they’re submitting is their original work, which would actually solve the first challenge as well.

Finally, I came up with the brilliant idea that I’d run my podcast like a seasonal TV show. Meaning, I’d have all episodes in the can before launching the first one. After eight years of having a monthly deadline, there’s no way in hell I want to jump through those temporal hoops again. So, how to handle an “expiring” link when subscribers will have the chance to download all the episodes if they wanted to binge-listen to them all at once rather than listen once a week? Oh, I know, I’m not going to do this bit until the podcast has been around a few seasons and then I can revisit it.

Tenderness  

2019 was a terrible year
In my personal world
And the world at large.
Tenderness is missing.
Something we search for in the midst of harshness, indifference, even cruelty.
How many times have I cried for tenderness.
As a child I cried for it. As a young woman.
And now As I’ve arrived at the door to old age, I find tenderness has been crying for me.
~ Grace Lightfoot Chairez
Cowgirl 

She is a whirlwind cowgirl in the wild, Wild West.
She rides fast and unaltered towards her battle, her quest.
She keeps truth in her holster, and knocks dignity from her boot. She is shielding a treasure (Her mind is the loot.)
Destined for a lofty, pensive plateau,
She leaves a trail of inspiration wherever she goes.
The deserts are wide, and the journey is long,
But the hills on the horizon Prod the cowgirl on.
The white hat and the black hat, they fit her best
As she rides hard towards the sun In the wild, Wild West.
~Becky Rebecca
A Poem For You  

Shall I be witty
Shall I be cute
Show you my heart
Or deny I’m a fluke
Shall I show you my humor
In meter and prose
Or make funny faces
And tickle your toes
Shall I sing you a love song
Seduce you with rhyme
Or show you my treasures
And remind you of time
Shall I brag of adventures
And the battles I’ve won
Or talk of my dreams
And the birth of my sons
Shall I show you my feelings
Reveal deepest thoughts
Or spin a web of deceit
And hide all my faults
Shall I tell you of visions
When I look in your eyes
Of a mother’s last breath
And a baby’s first cries
Shall I whisper of passion
And desires new flame
Or hold you beside me
Softly calling your name
Shall I tell you I want you
To have and to hold
Or pretend I’m indifferent
Stubborn and cold
Shall I ask the question
Down on one knee
Or let time roll by
And just let it be
Shall I tell you
I love you
I’m here till the end
What else can I do
You’re my best friend
~Jim Tenny
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Renee’s Visit

Last December, my sister invited herself to the grand finale of The Austin Writers Roulette.

Closing a show that I’d produced and hosted for eight years was stressful enough without entertaining a surprise out-of-town guest. She’d never watched any of the video clips of the show nor looked at any of the mostly pictorial summaries, but she didn’t want to miss the last show.

Around this time, I’d just bought two professional USB microphones and had figured out how to use them after more trial and error than I’d anticipated. Since my sister had invited herself, I figured she’d make an excellent guinea pig to interview, so I could go through the process of recording, running the audio clip through a transcription service and editing it.

Rendering the clip to this point was a tremendous labor of love, but I still have a ways to go.

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Spoken Word Audio Clips

Confessions of a Hat: Bamboo and Bones. A member of my writing group brought some of her hat collection. She thought it would be fun for us to wear them during the meeting. At the time, we were seated at a restaurant patio. In 105-degree weather. In the shade. With at least two fans blowing on us. No one wore any hats during that meeting. Instead, we chose to write a hat-inspired poem. I knew just the hat.

It inspired me to write my most haunting poem to date.

Ebullient Frog. Occasionally, I attend a monthly writers’ event, which features a theme word. Throughout the course of a word’s existence, not only may its connotation change, but thanks to the changing times, its definition may take on a slightly different meaning, while at the same time retain the original meaning. Here’s my take on the meaning of the word “ebullient.”

Black Hair Products. Ten years ago, I joined a hot yoga studio. Although my main objective then, as is now, was to strengthen both physical and mental health, I’ve had the most wonderful opportunities to exchange a wealth of information and ideas with other women yogis in the locker room. This PSA-styled poem sprang to life after a yoga class when I struck up a conversation with a woman who identified as being white who was using a “mixed hair” product.

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Food Walk: MLK Celebration 2020

Periodically, my roommate and I take long walks for the sake of exercise.

For our latest walks, we’ve included eating dinner, but for this particular food walk, we attended a Martin Luther King, Jr celebration at our nearest HBCU (Historically Black College/University). Although this was one of our longer walks, it was far more pleasant than the marches our civil rights ancestors had endured.

As soon as we reached our destination, we joined a long line for a combo plate from one of the locally-owned soul food trucks.

At first, my roommate wasn’t hungry, but after standing in line, which rivaled the wait time of any amusement park ride, she definitely had an appetite.

While in line, we enjoyed hearing live music on the nearby stage,

and also being immersed within a diverse crowd that can only be achieved in Austin during special events. From our vantage point, we spotted friends we’d not seen for a spell and made new friends through casual conversations we had with other people in line with us.

On the way back home, I saw with fresh eyes a sight I’d driven and even walked past many times before.

The gaping space where a Latinx market used to be. A market that I’d always said I wanted to check out, but never did because I took for granted that it would always be there.

Everything, except for the freestanding market sign, had been razed. Yet, upon that sign read, “SPACES AVAILABLE.” A phrase that began literally, transformed into irony. The gaping space where the market once stood was now, indeed available.

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Backpack Full of Cash Panel Discussion

The League of Women Voters’ latest sponsored documentary was “Backpack Full of Cash.” Even though I no longer teach, I still support public schools. This particular documentary essentially showed how big business has made an enormous effort to privatize education through charters and kill public schools.

After the documentary, there was a panelist discussion,

where a moderator rifled through the collection of audience questions and three experts responded: a charter school administrator, a researcher who knew local Texas public school statistics and another expert who knew Texas statewide statistics.

Although the charter school panelist (CSP) was brave to appear, she seemed physically uncomfortable and always allowed the other two panelists to answer the questions first, ensuring that she’d be set up to give a defensive response. Not only did the documentary make charter schools look horrible, but so did two out of three panelists.

Since the movie theatre we were in served food and drink, where moviegoers could write down orders on conveniently located pieces of paper with the provided pens, I took notes (in bold) on some points that stood out to me during the movie and the panel discussion.

  1. One part of the documentary showed a charter school where they teach creationism as the truth, evolution as a myth and that dinosaurs coexisted with humans. They also believed in corporal punishment, but the only one who should have been paddled was the white principal and not any of his black students who’re learning about fucking creationism as if they don’t have enough challenges being poor and black. As I reflect on this note, the only one I took during the documentary, I recall how neatly dressed and well behaved the all-black student body were as they were being intellectually set back. I can only hope that being literate will lead them to read the truth at some point. I also wondered where were the poor white students. Would creationism be taught as the truth if they were present?
  2. I knew my question, which wasn’t really a question, wouldn’t be read since it was too heavy a topic, but glaringly obvious: “Please respond to the following comment: Equitable funding in education will never occur until we get rid of the concept of ‘race,’ which is a social construction that severely limits resources for people of color.” Yet I shared that with the one panelist whose answers resonated with me the most. She totally agreed and said she’d talk about race all day long. Too bad the moderator merely stuck with the topic of lack of funding without asking a single question about race. Throughout the documentary, people of color were shown reacting to and protesting against public school funding being reduced while the most enthusiastic people about establishing more charter schools were wealthy white people, including Jeb Bush. Yet not one mention of race during the panelist discussion.
  3. One local charter school used to expel students if they didn’t come to school “prepared and ready to learn.” Imagine how many “undesirable” students could be eliminated with such a nebulous policy. Those would be the students who consumed many resources, either through the need for specialists or more contact time due to behavior. Those are the students who may lower the prestige of the charter since they may not score as well on the almighty standardized tests. Those are the students most in need of innovative teaching.
  4. Charters are not locally accountable since their boards are private. Essentially, charters can do whatever they want without consulting with the public even though they are funded by public money.
  5. SPEDs (Special Education students) cost districts twice as much, which is part of the reason charter schools get rid of them. It’s amazing how the public still hasn’t made the connection between underserving a special needs population through education, then incarcerating them later on. The community should protest with outrage every time special education funding is reduced.
  6. Charter schools don’t have to admit students with discipline problems. This is also known as “cherry picking.” One would think that charter schools produced spectacular results as much as they cherry pick. Only about a third of them perform better than regular public schools, which accepts all students.
  7. Charter schools don’t “backfill,” so if students want to join in the upper grades, they cannot. Lower grades have far more students and the senior class is very small. Charter schools only want students who have a proven track record at their school. Once a charter school weeds out the undesirables, they don’t want to spend additional resources on unknowns.
  8. CSP looked physically ill throughout the entire conversation and wanted everyone to stop pitting charters against traditional public schools. How ironic that she wanted us to stop saying negative things about charter schools when the presence of charter schools drains money from public schools, and concentrates students who need the most resources in public schools.
  9. CSP wanted to throw magnet schools under the bus as well if charter schools won’t be allowed to turn students away. Classic misery enjoys company.
  10. Charter schools can simply fill out a short amendment form, which allows them to open a charter anywhere without any local notice or input although local tax payers fund them 100% and have no say in the matter.
  11. CSP stated that in DC, when charter schools opened, both the traditional and charters thrived academically, but she couldn’t give a local example of such a phenomenon and the other two panelists looked dubious when they heard the claim.
  12. A Yale study looked at how charter school graduates had a harder time adapting to open-ended situations more than graduates of traditional schools.
  13. A more productive use of charter schools would be to teach the hardest student population. I could’ve leapt out of my seat when my favorite panelist said this. Yet, unfortunately, I believe the probability of charter schools going in this direction is as likely as the United States resigning its concept of “race.”
  14. Charters should have a 10-yr wind down where the lab shuts down and the experimental charter school shares their best practices with traditional schools as the founders of charter schools originally intended. Again, my favorite panelist suggested another dream that has yet to come true–charter schools functioning as they were originally intended, as centers of educational innovation.
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If These Walls Could Talk

As part of my MLK weekend celebration, I visited the Neill-Cochran House Museum.

Here’s how I know I’m not a journalist: of all the pictures I took on the inside of this house museum, I took nary a picture of the outside of the museum.

Throughout the museum, there were porcelain art pieces.

Had I actually read the signs that I took pictures of throughout the house, I would’ve made sure to take more than a mental picture of all the objects mentioned.

Hiding a gun in a Bible? How Texan.

Of course, this was my favorite room.

I figured I could’ve used the materials to add to the word wall installation.

Yet I felt more in the mood to take pictures than anything else.

Without really saying, “Build a wall,” this decorative wall of words repurposed that chant.

The following was my favorite construction:

How serendipitous that two girls entered this room when I did.

Throughout my tour, I made sure not to include other people in my shots. I felt these young ladies were appropriate to the photo composition.

This porcelain piece, which represented the doll Topsy Turvey, stimulated so many thoughts:

the black doll following a European standard of beauty with blue eyes; the capitalist’s pursuit of money covering their bases with a black and a white doll; how black and white people fates are invariably intertwined; how these dolls represented the enslaver’s half daughters.

Too bad every trip to a museum doesn’t conclude with a live performance like this one.

The contemporary griot entertained us with a humorous and lively narrative, detailing the history of the house. Mainly how the whites who owned it and the architect who designed it are known, but the nameless faceless slave labor will only be known by creating such a long-lasting work of beauty.

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Mad Hatter BD Party

This is how I know I’m fostering my circle of friends well:

one of them planned a Mad Hatter party for her 40th birthday. Not only did I dash into my closet, which is half costumes, to retrieve my Mad Hatter attire, but I rummaged through my boxes of creative fodder to Mad Hatterly wrap a gift for her.

Although she’d messaged me pictures of her costume and wig,

seeing the whole thing all put together in the flesh was fabulous. Look how that wrapped gift looks at home in her hands!

Once The Austin Writers Roulette closed in December 2019,

I didn’t think I’d have an opportunity to dress up so soon at the start of 2020.

I’m so happy I’m not the only middle aged adult who still nourishes her inner child.

Even the birthday cake, made of moist dark chocolate, set the scene.

Yet I avoided the cupcake tree.

Although my inner child would have loved it, my outer middle ager acknowledged she could no longer consume vast amounts of sugar in one setting.

The funniest thing about the tea party was we sipped a variety of beverages, and not one of them were actually tea!

The teapot was full of adult punch and the ceramic teacups were full of drink snacks.

These two were truly belles of the ball: the birthday girl’s aunt and mother.

These ladies had so much fun, they changed outfits and hats several times throughout the evening.

Technically, this wasn’t part of the Mad Hatter decor, but I have a soft spot for bathroom poetry.

By far the most intriguing drink snack was the lemon shots.

Not only were they delicious, they were environmentally sound.

Everyone dug out all their fun clothes for the evening.

The youngest partygoer definitely brought the cuteness.

As other decked out partygoers arrived, party aunt did her brand of photobombing.

Notice how cleverly this couple’s costume concept was brought together with adult punch.

The inner princess came out while playing a drinking game.

Since we were mostly experienced adults,

no one objected to the rule of sipping one’s beverage instead of taking a full shot.

Periodically, hats changed since there was a large bag of them to parade around in.

I managed to get one picture of the princess by herself.

Followed by her aunt and mother, who never seemed to wear the same outfit or hat in any given picture.

At my direction, all the men were rounded up for their group picture.

Here was the first attempt at the all women’s picture.

Then again.

And another because I wanted to make sure my leggings were in the shot.

The two birthday women assumed the position to blow out the candles.

Superstitious or not, I hope their wishes come true.

So many hats. I placed a nearby hat on the decorative skull.

Only when I reviewed the pictures later on did I actually see the cigarettes and lighter. What an intriguing story this picture tells.

Again, at my direction,

the music changed to reflect something the birthday girl would actually dance to despite the fact she doesn’t really like to dance. But of course, the true dancing queen was the aunt.

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