Last night was a great deal of fun. I do not know how many people were here at our apartment to celebrate with me. Someone suggested that it should be one person for each year I have been alive. It would seem that I am older than I thought. I am a grateful and honored man. Thank you all for coming. There were people from Trish's theater troupe, Tri Arts, and some other shows that she has been in like Rudolph and Cinderella. There were people from North Shore, Reconciler and Seabury. There was even a surprise appearance from someone at the hospital. Wow. It was great. Trish made this amazing coconut cake. The general consensus was that the cake should be a regular fixture here. I could not agree more. I will, of course, be diabetic before I am forty, but it might be worth it. One of Trish's old theater buddies gave me a pipe and some tobacco. I have not owned a pipe since I was twenty-five. I bought it for myself on my birthday that year thinking that I was old enough to be pretentious. Ah well. It failed miserably. I looked like I was trying to be older than I was and I stopped smoking tobacco in it. Somehow other, less traditional, substances would find their way in. So, I got rid of the pipe. The new gift, however, feels different. I am wary of the possibilities, but thus far the gift has come with a footnote: We will get together at Alan's for conversation, sharing of our art and writing and the enjoyment of good company. Still pretentious, but I think I can hack it now. We shall see. There were some people from the blogiverse as well. Cliff and his family were here. It is always good to see my friend. His daughter did her best to eat anything that came her way...even if it had peanuts in it. She also tried to make friends with two of our cats. That was not as successful as Sofie may have wished. Sarah was here as well. Fiendish plot or no, she braved the outside world with fizzy water in hand and closed the place down at about 1:00 am. She lasted long enough to sit and sing with Trish, Sean and myself. We played through some Irish tunes. We have a few favorites and some new ones. It was a great way to end the evening. Thank you, all, for coming out. The irish music was the perfect way to end the night and is what inspired the title of the post. Last Night's Fun is a great book. It is about the life of an itenerrant musicain in Ireland. Life was always about last night's fun. Music, conversation...I had always wanted my life to be punctuated by these things, to be known for it, really. I want people to be able to come over, share a meal at our table and speak from their hearts, share their latest artistic endeavor and simply spend time. It would appear that God has been generous. Excellent. Thank you!