G is for Garage

Around 6 months ago we let our garage get taken over by the dark side. It was slowly starting to fill with clutter, garage sale items, pool things, junk we would drop in there on the way into the house, toys, shoes, you name it, it got stuck in our once awesome garage. Not coincidentally, around 6 months ago we started being less social and more TV and indoor oriented. Then, we let our friend move her stuff into the garage and it seemed like the glory days were over. Then, a birthday wish happened. Brian said that all he wanted for his birthday was a garage party, and it was like a light switched on and we got working! Within less than 1 full day the wreck of our garage was transformed, and call me a romantic, but I think it is even better than it was before. You might be wondering why I felt a clean garage was blog worthy. It totally is. For me, and I now realize, for Brian, our garage is not a place for storing crap, it's a place for storing memories, and creating new ones. It's our neighborhood bar, or our favorite sports team, our favorite group vacation. The Garage is magical because for 6 years it has been the place where friends visit from out of town, where birthday's are celebrated, where limo's pick up. It has had it's own my-space page, it's THAT old! It has hosted Christmas parties, haunted houses, rang in many a new year, has ushered in new friends, said goodbye to some old ones. The Garage is like your favorite socks, mixed with your favorite song, and topped with that pair of jeans that gives you a good butt! I am so glad it has been restored to it's awesome self and look forward to many more years of memories, even fuzzy or holey ones! Long live the Garage.