cocktail hour
November 29, 2005
Hey you. Yeah, you. The one reading this. I want you to come over Saturday night. I’ll personally make you a martini, or manhatan, or whatever you fancy. We’re having a little shindig and would love to meet you in person. There are details on upcoming.org, but basically, just stop by on Saturday and relax at our place with some good food, booze and conversation. Totally casual, stay for a minute, stay for an hour - whatever works.
Wish I could — But I’m all the way in LA. On the upside, it’s sunny and warm here :)
There is a mysterious pair of shoes left by our door this morning. Seriously. We have no idea who they belong to, or how they were left here, as it was snowing as the last guests made their way out the door last night. But I suppose they must belong to the spirit of you, or whomever else wished they could be here and couldn’t.
It is a shame that the digital world creates connections that are hard to make material, given constraints of time, money and physics. But you are always welcome here if you should find yourself out this way, on the frozen tundra, even though there’s really not much of a reason to ever leave LA.