Dorking out at HRC

Last night I had the particular good luck to be invited to a rooftop birthday party for an employee at HRC by my long time friend SB. Now, I do not know the birthday boy, nor do I work with or for HRC but I do happen to know SB from years and years of dating people who are friends and so always being at each others parties and houses. We have years of dirt on each other and as we found out, years of stored up gossip about the girlfriends, the girlfriends' flings and of course our own ill-advised behavior from back in the day.

The party itself was held in a ritzy apartment building on a happening corner in D.C.. I parked a few shady blocks away and meandered around until I bumped into SB, adorably dressed in a tie with a corona in hand and a giant grin on her handsome face.

As an aside, SB is a genuine person who has always managed to be the life of any party she is at and somehow also the shoulder to cry on or the girl to talk it over with. She is a tomboy in the older sense; she likes to climb trees and cut her own hair and looks down on shoes as entirely unnecessary. She is charming and goofy at the same time and manages to steal your heart with a lopsided grin and swagger that ends in a sprawl.

The party, as I mentioned was a rooftop affair with a DJ, a bartender and an amazing view of all the D.C. sights. I stood for a minute with my sweating beer in one hand and just stared out at the monuments and historical buildings, this perfect landscape of urban sprawl and senatorial construction and thought, " I cannot believe I am here. I cannot believe this is my life right now". Amy Winehouse howled through the speakers and people laughed and chatted all around me, talking shop or gossiping over office romance and instead of feeling out of place, I felt very very content.

I had a lovely time, met many interesting and unique people and talked until 3 am with SB, catching up on all our foibles in the 3 years its been since we saw each other last.

Oh lovely night.