My heart is heavy for two reasons: Because he was one of the two people from work who came to see Barry Manilow with me in Vegas for my 40licious birthday, and that cemented our friendship forever; and because he gets to move on, and not me.
Tonight Steve and I went to celebrate and calibrate at the Edison Bar downtown, which is beautiful and mysterious and at the end of the evening, a woman in an angel bikini sauntered out and got in a cage, which was rasied over our heads. She did splits and intense gyrations 20 feet above the ground. I hope they paid her well.
I have usually operated on the principle that I am the one who is likely to change. That I normally have a mouth full of news when someone asks what’s up. Tonight, it’s not me. Tonight, I’m the audience. Tonight, I’m staring down property tax bills. I’m glad that the dramatic spotlight falls on someone else’s beautiful face. Just for tonight.