It was also kind of a farewell party for two people who are moving out, Jenny because she’s temporarily moving back with her parents while she finishes earning her real estate credentials (at which point she hopes to buy a condo, with a loft: “I love lofts! I love climbing! I love looking down!”), and Lauren because she’s moving to a NE place with more space. It was also also (yes, the doubling’s intentional) a welcoming party, because one of the guys who helped remodel this building has moved into the basement’s one-bedroom apartment. He’s Garret, he’s an artist (I saw his black-and-white pen works last night, including a piece he did at age 7!), and he’s much calmer than the last resident down there. I could tell stories about that guy…but I won’t, at least for now, ‘cause I don’t feel catty. I’m still warm and happy from last night.
And no, I’m not planning on being bitter and murky anytime soon…
