Browngiving 2008 took place during our first fall in the real world. Less than a month prior, I'd started my first job and moved to a new city, and a breakup during those same few weeks still left me stinging: that is, I'd never needed Browngiving more. Three weeks into my life in New York, I hadn't fully warmed up the city yet, so I was thrilled to hop on the bus to Boston and set up to host friends at Jordan's apartment in Jamaica Plain. To this day, the house in JP has probably the largest kitchen we've ever had to work with, and we spent all morning and afternoon there baking casseroles and pumpkin pies, and roasting a pitifully small amount of turkey, breast only.
I love this mid-feast shot of Browngiving 2008 because it looks very much like the framed 8x10 photo from the same year, which a friend gifted me back in 2009, and which I still keep on my mantel year-round. The shot on my mantel is a slightly more panoramic version of this one, which shows dozens of friends settled close on couches, gathered around the little coffee table, digging in. I can also spot among the crowd dear friends, lost acquaintances, and people who I probably only met once. That's exactly the kind of diversity I love at Browngiving.
Browngiving 2008 was held in the days before Instagram, but you'd never know it by looking at this photo. The sad thing is, I'm still using the same phone today, but now, fortunately, friends with newer technology do the documenting.