Sarah says we live "west of hip-and-trendy-burg" which is a cool way of saying it. She goes into more detail at her site, where she is trying to convince people to come to her party. Just don't put the address on your site, ok Sarah? There are some people I don't want to invite.
I did invite the people I hang out with at work (that Sarah hadn't already invited) including my boss. You can tell she's just barely in the next age-group from us because she actually RSVPed. That was cool. (She can't make it, though she'd be a kick to have at a party. She went sky diving last week. My boss is cool.) None of the other people RSVPed. As usual, I'll just show up at the party and hang out, wondering if anyone I know will make it. Fortunately, as I told the people I invited, everyone who shows up at Sarah's parties are interesting to talk to. Her parties confirm to me that there are some seriously wacky people in this world.
Another thing I'd like to say to all those people getting freaked out by the drug bust next door during our house-warming party. That was a year ago, and our neighborhood really is changing. Which means it's not as bad as it was last year. Even the fourth of July was more calm this year (in spite of the fact that it freaked out Sarah more.) They didn't use the flash bombs this time. Also, in that time a trendy little restaurant opened right around the corner from us, and people are actually mowing their lawns this summer. Wacky things still happen, but they're generally wacky, not scary. (For instance, someone stole the rock I was using to prop open the back gate. Why steal a rock? It's just a rock.)
Anyway, I spent the morning being sick, but knew I needed to drag myself into the office even before my cell phone started ringing with problems in LA. I had several meetings in a conference room called "classified" where the walls don't go all the way to the ceiling.
Now I have to fix a pick-up line, orchestrate a gang war, and make some kids fear for their lives. But maybe I should have some dinner first.
I did invite the people I hang out with at work (that Sarah hadn't already invited) including my boss. You can tell she's just barely in the next age-group from us because she actually RSVPed. That was cool. (She can't make it, though she'd be a kick to have at a party. She went sky diving last week. My boss is cool.) None of the other people RSVPed. As usual, I'll just show up at the party and hang out, wondering if anyone I know will make it. Fortunately, as I told the people I invited, everyone who shows up at Sarah's parties are interesting to talk to. Her parties confirm to me that there are some seriously wacky people in this world.
Another thing I'd like to say to all those people getting freaked out by the drug bust next door during our house-warming party. That was a year ago, and our neighborhood really is changing. Which means it's not as bad as it was last year. Even the fourth of July was more calm this year (in spite of the fact that it freaked out Sarah more.) They didn't use the flash bombs this time. Also, in that time a trendy little restaurant opened right around the corner from us, and people are actually mowing their lawns this summer. Wacky things still happen, but they're generally wacky, not scary. (For instance, someone stole the rock I was using to prop open the back gate. Why steal a rock? It's just a rock.)
Anyway, I spent the morning being sick, but knew I needed to drag myself into the office even before my cell phone started ringing with problems in LA. I had several meetings in a conference room called "classified" where the walls don't go all the way to the ceiling.
Now I have to fix a pick-up line, orchestrate a gang war, and make some kids fear for their lives. But maybe I should have some dinner first.
