Mature party animals?

We went to a party on Saturday night for Virginia, a military friend of ours might have to go to Iraq. We've gotten used to seeing her a few times a month for the past year or so, and it's strange to think that she might be a million miles away soon. She doesn't seem to be too upset about having to go, but then the military is all about toughness and she has probably learned to use that to squash her fears and reservations. There is a possibility that she could be held back for medical reasons, but if she has to go to Iraq we'll just pray for her speedy return. And for her spouse Kim's strength while she's away. You're welcome to accompany us to Mi Cocina anytime Kim! We'll take care of ya.

We had some fantastic conversations at this party. When I would go to parties in college and in my early twenties, we usually talked about relationship drama, jeans, and how to correctly imbibe a tequila shot, but now when we're at a party we sit around and analyze the dynamics that make a relationship successful and we talk about faith. I guess that's what happens when ya get old. Or maybe it means we've matured. We still managed to squeeze in a few references about cool shirts and shoes Saturday night, but the most vivid pictures from the party are the deep thoughts about various cross sections in religions, and about how calm, secure partners can counteract the effects of the other person's varied neuroses. Angela has her hands full with my freakiness, but it was good to see that a lot of other people have similar burdens. So it was a party that doubled as group therapy.

Anyway, good party! And best of luck to Virginia.