On Saturday night Lori and I had a big ol' joint birthday party. It was our first party in our new apartment, and it turned out pretty well. There were probably 50 or 60 people, with lots spilling out into our courtyard and driveway.
I was a bit overwhelmed by it all, frankly. I remember things pretty clearly before the party started, watching the Star Wars Holiday Special with Ally, Mike, Lori and neck, but then... I only have an hour's worth of memories to cover the next six hours. And I only had one drink.
Maybe it's cheesy, but I can't help but view that party as a milestone. Three and a half years ago I moved to LA to start a new job. I knew two people in town. I was afraid of how things would turn out. Now I'm successfully running my own little business and I'm friends with a frightening number of top shelf people—generous, passionate, creative people.
I think it's important to realize how good my situation is, and enjoy it.
And then, of course, one can't help but wonder what's next.Posted by jjwiseman at November 16, 2005 06:06 PM