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Just a quick update on some recent events. First, work: the boys at 3sharp gave me an offer this week to become a full employee. Yay! No more job worries for me, and a pay raise over my last job, to boot. I was supposed to become a full employee as of May 1, but because they're getting company health insurance set up, I became a full employee this past Wednesday (the 23rd).
Next, play. I turned 33 at the very end of last year, my friend Pam turned 33 a few days later, and my friend Tony turned 33 at the end of January. Because I was back East visiting family and friends for the holidays, we didn't have a big group party at the time. I made a joke about how we should have a "33-1/3 RPM long-playing" party, which would have to be around the end of April when we were all around 33-1/3. (I also said I did NOT want to find myself faced with a follow-up "45 RPM singles" party!) So, we decided to do just that and have the party last Sunday (the 20th), which was also Easter. The party was at my apartment, and I had 10 of my friends over -- nearly everyone I've spent time hanging out with as friends, since moving here. I don't really cook much at all, and don't know a lot about cooking, but I made my dad's chicken cordon bleu recipe (which really isn't hard) and it came out really well. Everyone had a great great time, it was lots of fun.
One of the friends I invited was Christine, a roommate of my friend John. She hadn't met most of my other friends before. When I saw her again a few days later, she commented that I have really good friends, that they're all really good people. When my younger sister and her girlfriend had been out for a visit last summer, they had the same comment after the dinner party we had at that time. And all of them are correct, I do have really good friends, I do know really good people. That's how I ended up coming out to Seattle in the first place, and that's why I have no intentions of leaving at any foreseeable time. I have the best friends, and while half of them may not live here in Seattle, the other half are scattered about the country. I'm very fortunate to know so many cool people and to have so many of them here in one place.
Next, play. I turned 33 at the very end of last year, my friend Pam turned 33 a few days later, and my friend Tony turned 33 at the end of January. Because I was back East visiting family and friends for the holidays, we didn't have a big group party at the time. I made a joke about how we should have a "33-1/3 RPM long-playing" party, which would have to be around the end of April when we were all around 33-1/3. (I also said I did NOT want to find myself faced with a follow-up "45 RPM singles" party!) So, we decided to do just that and have the party last Sunday (the 20th), which was also Easter. The party was at my apartment, and I had 10 of my friends over -- nearly everyone I've spent time hanging out with as friends, since moving here. I don't really cook much at all, and don't know a lot about cooking, but I made my dad's chicken cordon bleu recipe (which really isn't hard) and it came out really well. Everyone had a great great time, it was lots of fun.
One of the friends I invited was Christine, a roommate of my friend John. She hadn't met most of my other friends before. When I saw her again a few days later, she commented that I have really good friends, that they're all really good people. When my younger sister and her girlfriend had been out for a visit last summer, they had the same comment after the dinner party we had at that time. And all of them are correct, I do have really good friends, I do know really good people. That's how I ended up coming out to Seattle in the first place, and that's why I have no intentions of leaving at any foreseeable time. I have the best friends, and while half of them may not live here in Seattle, the other half are scattered about the country. I'm very fortunate to know so many cool people and to have so many of them here in one place.
