that I'll never really grow up: I had planned for a quiet night tonight. And in my book, it was, indeed, a quiet night. I ended up going up to Strawberry Fields after work to reflect on the 25th anniversary of John Lennon's death. I can't believe it has been that long -- I remember hearing about it on the news as a kid back in D.C. I had returned home when Nathan called -- he is a huge Beatles fan -- he has built a huge model of John Lennon's self-portrait (out of Lego, naturally), and today he received an email from Yoko Ono, extending her praise and thanks for his work. Pretty amazing. Anyway, I digress. I spent some time at home, cleaning up my apartment, sorting through my never ending piles of mail. I changed into my pajamas and was still puttering around when Augie called from upstairs (he and Lauren live in my building). He and Rob had just returned from a wine tasting and I he insisted I come up and try the leftovers -- no matter that I was in my pajamas. I went up for about an hour, sipping wine and chatting with Augie, Lauren and Rob, and then headed down to bed.
But the thing that went through my mind as I walked down the stairs in my pajamas, was: it's just like being back in a dorm. Of course, I meant just the good parts -- the padding around in pajamas, impromptu gatherings with friends, and being within a few floors of some of your closest friends. If only it could stay that way forever . . . Well, I'll enjoy it for as long as I can!