On the town

I wish I could have attended this party. (TAS)

I had kind of a joint pre-birthday party with fellow December birthday friends and it was very strange. The neighbors suggested, very gently and kindly, that we turn down the deafening music at around 3:15 AM, and the party wound down by 4 AM. But at 3:15 AM, thanks to the four excellent DJs, my tiny apartment was packed with bodies, most of them the bodies of strangers. One friend — or enemy? — filled me with paranoia re: my precious shirts — she suggested that it was inevitable that some item of great emotional value to me would be pilfered, and I spent the last hour of the party in a lather, not least because many of the new party arrivals seemed were friends of friends of friends of friends, and ornery to boot. Honestly, my love for shirts is unhealthy. I’d probably be better off if someone burned all of my shirts. But please don’t.