Parties and their effects on things.
Last Saturday I threw a big party. It was probably the best party I have ever thrown. It was also an objectively great party according to many independent commentators.
It began at 7:00 pm, with a potluck. It ended at 6:30 am, with eight people falling asleep. In between, there were probably something like forty or fifty people packed in my apartment or chilling out on the roof. Grape quesadillas, a delicious mixture of avocado and milk and sugar, and pulled pork were among the things served over the course of the night. Brandy is now officially back. There were friends from high school, college, work; strangers and chance acquaintances; people from two blocks away and people that came all the way from Boston. Music played all night until we turned it off so that we could have a small jam session in the wee hours.
For some reason, that makes me feel very different about the world. It makes me love my apartment more. It makes me feel more confident and complete. It reminded me of just how many people I'm so lucky to have in my life, and how much I can give back to them if I try.
Coming out of twenty years in school, you find yourself marking early fall as the time of new beginnings. Maybe it was appropriate, then, that the party was postponed out of the doldrum lethargy of the waning summer and thrown into the crashing of August heat and autumnal chill. That night a hurricane passed through. Maybe this is the start of some new kind of life. At least for this week so far, I've hardly had the time to breath and look back things have been so alive.
It began at 7:00 pm, with a potluck. It ended at 6:30 am, with eight people falling asleep. In between, there were probably something like forty or fifty people packed in my apartment or chilling out on the roof. Grape quesadillas, a delicious mixture of avocado and milk and sugar, and pulled pork were among the things served over the course of the night. Brandy is now officially back. There were friends from high school, college, work; strangers and chance acquaintances; people from two blocks away and people that came all the way from Boston. Music played all night until we turned it off so that we could have a small jam session in the wee hours.
For some reason, that makes me feel very different about the world. It makes me love my apartment more. It makes me feel more confident and complete. It reminded me of just how many people I'm so lucky to have in my life, and how much I can give back to them if I try.
Coming out of twenty years in school, you find yourself marking early fall as the time of new beginnings. Maybe it was appropriate, then, that the party was postponed out of the doldrum lethargy of the waning summer and thrown into the crashing of August heat and autumnal chill. That night a hurricane passed through. Maybe this is the start of some new kind of life. At least for this week so far, I've hardly had the time to breath and look back things have been so alive.