Randi's birthday party

Went to Randi's 30th birthday party tonight. I can't rehash the whole thing for you, but here are some highlights.

The party was at Suba, where I'd never been. Good Latin fusion food. I had a steak which was excellent, although I've decided I need to stop ordering my meat quite so rare.

A few people from work, and more to the point, a few people who had worked at my firm over the years were there. I sat with Randi's former paralegal, and Jeremy, and three other people who so embroiled themselves in political discussion that I got sort of nauseous. Is that how I used to sound? Probably.

Political opinions are like farts - your own you don't mind, but you wish everyone else would keep theirs to themselves. Plus, yours smell.

Randi's family put together a slide show of Randi as a kid. That was cute.

A word about the word cute. I was talking to Meghan the other day about the word cute, which I use to describe things that make me happy and are, you know, cute. I said that I'd said to a girlfriend that I thought she looked cute, and she got mad at me. "Cute's for small children and kittens, not women." When I asked Meghan about it she responded just as viscerally. So - a word to the wise, men. Don't call your girlfriends cute. In case I'm not the last man on the planet to learn that.

But in this instance, it was cute (see the part about cute referring to kids) because it was photos of Randi as she was growing up. It was obviously put together with love, and it was very sweet to see.

Two of the attendees at the party mentioned reading this site. One of them remembered a specific entry (mostly because it was about him, I think) and the other read about my mom going up in a museum and was impressed. That is, of course, the joy and the danger of this site - that the people I know, my friends, my friends friends, my family, all read it.

Then again, I've got nothing to hide, so it's all good.

Afterwards, Turk and I went and had a nightcap, and I went home to write this and go to bed.

I have no good photos of the night, although I took a few. I need a new camera, I just don't like the feeling of mine.

Posted by Swerdloff at January 11, 2004 11:58 PM