My kitchen is messy, so is my bed, my mind feels fuzzy and my skin feels dry. I’m trying to ignore the fact that I’ve slept for five hours and am constantly pulled between sinking down inbetween the sheets or take care of the things stated in the first sentence.
I celebrated my friend Kim’s b-day party last night and it was a blast. On my way home I tried to analyze what makes a party great. I believe it’s a combination of a chilled, yet engaged host. Someone who has arranged activities and decorations but is cool when it comes to things getting messy. The thing with last night was the way we played! We fought in the kitchen, ended up in a ping-pong ball war, I tried to hypnotize my friend with a balloon pendulum, we danced funny dances etc. Perhaps the epitome of a great party is simply when “adults” are given the opportunity and the room to play? Especially when the crowd is keen on feeding off of each other’s energies and responds in a playful manner when someone initiates some weirdness or fun.
Whatever it is, all I know is that I’m feelign extremely calm and happy after last night. Filled with love and laughter. Crazy friends are life.