Lifestyles of the Not-so-Rich and Famous

One thing that has definitely improved since I moved to the desert is my social life. For that, at least, I should be thankful--now that I am no longer spending 2 hours a day commuting, and living my life all willy-nilly, I've managed to buckle down and make some friends. Seriously, moving out here feels a bit like I have given myself a promotion to a new life--and I'm okay with this!

Tonight's activity was nothing more flashy than a movie night at my friend S's house...we ventured out for some very very good Chinese food, and as we returned to her (obnoxiously located in a gated-community) condo, I noticed these little guys:

(This photo is very misleading. That color green you see? Completely unnatural, and the reason California's having a water crisis. Once you step out of the gated communities into the desert world, everything's either brown or tan.)

Apparently, Thumper's got a few cousins that have a thing for cacti and ocotillo. Equally apparently, they don't need a gate code.

I am trying to instate a Sunday tradition of having some of my Beaumont friends over for Buffy and drinks. So far, we've done it twice, and I suspect that this does not a tradition make. Nevertheless, we're working on it. And in the meantime, I ply them with drinks--with little umbrellas in them! I think once you serve a drink with an umbrella in it, you have officially become an adult.

Seriously, though, what makes one an "adult"? A career? Paying your bills on time? Getting married? Having children? Knowing which glass to use for which alcohol? I tend not to think any of those things make you a grown-up, but then, I have some pretty effed-up standards, like serving drinks with umbrellas in them. Or remembering peoples' birthdays and sending cards. Or being able to cook an entire meal. And the more I think about it, those actions/habits don't make you an adult, they make you a competent human being. And either way, I fail.

But what it boils down to is, I am inching closer and closer to 30, and I still haven't really began running my life in a very competent manner. Most days, getting up and arriving at work 15 minutes early, perfectly groomed, is the best accomplishment for which I can hope. But I have a sneaking suspicion that I soon ought to begin striving for more.