I was attending a friend’s farewell party at a hotel. I was early, so I sat in the hotel lounge. Next to me was a group of people, cosmopolitan socialités. I could not help hearing their conversation.
They were talking about setting up a party. A real party from the sound of it. The rave music they want to use. The glitzy lighting. The avant garde decoration. The drinks. The food, or should I say hors d’oeuvres.
Wow. I did not realize how distant I am now to that life now. I could not remember the last time I attended that kind of party.
It is not that it is good or bad. It is just what it is. I have just realized how different my life is now. Moving on.