The boy and I ventured over the road to a house party last night. It was a very un-wild affair, which is what you expect when the hosts, and most of the guests, haven't seen thirty in a long time. Nevertheless, we both had lots of fun. I got to catch up old friends, including one who is three months away from being a dad for the first time and another who seems to be playing the field at the ripe old age of 43. The boy got to meet the hosts for the first time even though they've been living mere metres away for a couple of years now.
It turned out that the boy and E. share an interest in poetry. While the boy had a couple of poems published back in the UK, E. is wondering how to get his own poems out in the world. His wife is also artistic - she's a photographer.
There're quite a few artistic people living around my street. H. next door was a playwright and is now a cyberformer (on-line performance using chatroom software); J. across the road makes wearable art; next door is her is an abstract painter; then there was T. who I only got to know at her leaving party - she'd sold her house and moved to Wanganui to study art full-time. And I'm a creative blogger :-)
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