Parties

I went to a few parties this weekend, which was a good thing. I was starting to worry about just how interesting all of the stuff that comes out of the vacuum cleaner trap seems to me. I guess what some judgmental people would call “Having No Life,” I like to think of as “Intense Being with Myself.” Anyway, as much as I like where I live and as much as my boyfriend and I try our damndest to communicate our real selves to each other (though this weekend when I said something deep and profound – can’t remember what just now – he responded with “because you’re very sexy!” And then I got annoyed…not that I don’t like being called sexy, but he just doesn’t listen!!), there comes a time when I need to venture out into larger social circles.

I attended a house-warming party where I got to see how the other half lives (the other half being homeowners in West LA). Now, I’m as tired as the next renter of people rattling on about how the value of their house has gone up $100,000 in the last ten minutes. WE KNOW THAT YOU ARE MAKING MONEY ON YOUR HOUSE! Now could you please show some compassion for those of us not wise or rich enough to buy back in April???! Aside the obligatory “That Crazy Housing Market” conversation, I had a good time catching up with my friend in her beautiful backyard.

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Overall I had a great weekend and “feel blessed” (I’m trying on this expression).

Just for today, I have a social life.