Last night, a bunch of the usual suspects gathered for the first time in months to celebrate Skits‘ birthday.  I also got to meet a couple folks I hadn’t met before.  There was laughter, there was hugging, there was a decent amount of alcohol consumed.  Eve was hit on by some drunk dude who offered to duet on “Summer Nights” from Grease with her.  Skits gave a candle a quickie hummer.  Wait, was I not supposed to tell anyone about that?

Changing gears, I approach the impending Jewish High Holidays with a mixture of cautious optimism, doubt and apprehension.  While I believe that especially over the past year, I have continued to become more comfortable with who I am and my role in my personal and professional groups, I wonder what the new year will hold—and I hope that one of the things it holds is change.  In a few ways, I feel like I’m spinning my wheels without getting anywhere, and while I that this year will bring traction for me to launch myself out of the place and state of mind I’m in right now, I fear the chance exists that it may not.  On the other hand, who knows?  The future is an unwritten book.  So on this, the eve of a new year for the Jews, I offer my best wishes for a good year for all involved.