Tonight?

Do you have plans? What are you doing tonight? You throwing down?

Sad questions all of them.

I don't presume to be old. I do however, presume to be wise.

The truth is social circles come in two flavors: dynamic and static. For most people who stay where they grew up, live and die within five minutes of where they were born, social circles are static. They're the south philly cops or steel factory workers. They are also agoraphobic writers who write two novels and then shut themselves away from the world they so carefully scripted. Sometimes its the football jocks and cheerleaders but thats usually a story left for hollywood writers and the back roads of the south.

Then there's dynamic.

It starts young. Your best friend might change every year depending on your homeroom situation or where you are in your hormonal period. Sometimes its the simple things like moving away or moving in. Change can come from without and not from within.

Especially in these beautifully awkward years we call the time of our life after an aptly named aging punk-ish rock group. It's changed.

I suppose I am maturing? Growing boring. The shot! Shot! SHOT! mentality of yore is no longer thrilling. The thrill of the hunt is still there however and, I suppose, if the beach novels at the airpot are any indication, will continue to be there till I'm 60 and I'm rocking a Jack Nicholson soon to be George Clooney vibe. The desire to meet people is still deeply entrenched. The opportunities to do so in a pure(New York?) state of mind seldom come.

And all I want to do is use that line Lorelai once suggested to her mom.

Hello.