"But now that I am Six, I'm as clever as clever. So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever." -- A.A. Milne
OK, actually I am 29. 29 today. Woo!
Last night I flew in from Salt Lake CIty and went immediately to my friend Mary's art opening. Mary, like me, is a photographer. We met about five years ago, when she was a mere 16 or 17 years old.
I hadn't seen her in a while, but we ran into each other online and she invited me to her opening. Little did I realize that it would turn out to be this massive multi-media promotional arts event for the Chrysler PT Cruiser, featuring an assortment of filmmakers, visual artists, musicians, and fashion designers. Very bizarre. I had expected it to be just Mary's photos.
But her photos were beautiful, and so was Mary, older and far more lovely than when I saw her last, but still with that touch of endearing geekiness.
I confess...I always had a bit of a crush on Mary, who was awfully mature for her age even at seventeen, but I was constantly ignoring it, pretending it wasn't there because of the age difference. I'm generally pretty open-minded about age differences - I'm of the opionion that age and elapsed time since the date of one's birth are not necessarily the same thing - but I draw a firm line at the under-18 set.
But now she's old enough to drink while looking fabulous and doing her best to be the "It" girl at her very "It" art event. Now the age difference is the same, but shifted to a point where I can look at her and feel little heart-flutters without the nagging voice in my head that tries to disavow all knowledge of said flutters.
But just my luck...she brought a date to the opening. Bugger *that* for a lark.
Ah, well... Tonight I DJed a dance, handed out a flurry of invitations to my birthday party on the 19th, then went and had my free birthday Mexican Martini at Trudy's with a handful of friends and acquaintances. I am quite buzzed from the drinks. Not a bad birthday, really.
The party, as aforementioned, has found a date on October 19th. In a departure from prior plans, the party will be in Central Austin, not San Marcos, which is nice because getting Austinites to drive to San Marcos is tough work sometimes. This means we are sacrificing the hot tub, but L is still hosting, and the new location is much bigger, and we hope (cross your fingers) that a raunchy band will still be playing, and we have a kick-ass theme.
It's going to be a "Red Light District" party. Red Light through the ages, really. It's like the by-now-cliched pimp/whore party with more room for creativity. Everything from promiscuous Greek deities to saucy French can-can courtesans to Barbarella.
One of our more brilliant ideas is to issue paper money and have a contest. Whoever "earns" the most money by the end of the evening wins a prize. We're just issuing the money - how people "earn" it is not our business.
But it should certainly make for an interesting party.
I'm so excited!
-ff
OK, actually I am 29. 29 today. Woo!
Last night I flew in from Salt Lake CIty and went immediately to my friend Mary's art opening. Mary, like me, is a photographer. We met about five years ago, when she was a mere 16 or 17 years old.
I hadn't seen her in a while, but we ran into each other online and she invited me to her opening. Little did I realize that it would turn out to be this massive multi-media promotional arts event for the Chrysler PT Cruiser, featuring an assortment of filmmakers, visual artists, musicians, and fashion designers. Very bizarre. I had expected it to be just Mary's photos.
But her photos were beautiful, and so was Mary, older and far more lovely than when I saw her last, but still with that touch of endearing geekiness.
I confess...I always had a bit of a crush on Mary, who was awfully mature for her age even at seventeen, but I was constantly ignoring it, pretending it wasn't there because of the age difference. I'm generally pretty open-minded about age differences - I'm of the opionion that age and elapsed time since the date of one's birth are not necessarily the same thing - but I draw a firm line at the under-18 set.
But now she's old enough to drink while looking fabulous and doing her best to be the "It" girl at her very "It" art event. Now the age difference is the same, but shifted to a point where I can look at her and feel little heart-flutters without the nagging voice in my head that tries to disavow all knowledge of said flutters.
But just my luck...she brought a date to the opening. Bugger *that* for a lark.
Ah, well... Tonight I DJed a dance, handed out a flurry of invitations to my birthday party on the 19th, then went and had my free birthday Mexican Martini at Trudy's with a handful of friends and acquaintances. I am quite buzzed from the drinks. Not a bad birthday, really.
The party, as aforementioned, has found a date on October 19th. In a departure from prior plans, the party will be in Central Austin, not San Marcos, which is nice because getting Austinites to drive to San Marcos is tough work sometimes. This means we are sacrificing the hot tub, but L is still hosting, and the new location is much bigger, and we hope (cross your fingers) that a raunchy band will still be playing, and we have a kick-ass theme.
It's going to be a "Red Light District" party. Red Light through the ages, really. It's like the by-now-cliched pimp/whore party with more room for creativity. Everything from promiscuous Greek deities to saucy French can-can courtesans to Barbarella.
One of our more brilliant ideas is to issue paper money and have a contest. Whoever "earns" the most money by the end of the evening wins a prize. We're just issuing the money - how people "earn" it is not our business.
But it should certainly make for an interesting party.
I'm so excited!
-ff
happy birthday again bro.....