Cerentha's 40th

I have been a bit slack with the blogging lately. I would love to give you a wonderful, detailed, believable excuse but the simple fact of the matter is that I have just been a slack bastard. So sue me.

Anyway, as I’m sure you are all aware Cerentha turned 40 a little while ago. We hadn’t tested our new place/neighbours out with a party so we thought this would be a good time to do it. As a key organiser of the party I’m not sure if its boasting to say it was a cracker of a party but a cracker of a party it was. A live band, great Mexican food, more booze than you could poke a stick at, a beautiful LA evening and 40 of our nearest and dearest LA friends is a good place to start any party. Include a three year old who refused to go to bed and was intent on being the life of the party and you have the aforementioned cracking night. It was a nice way to catch up with some people we hadn’t seen since moving back as well as spending some quality drunken time with the people we see all the time. Everyone had a great time but it is at times like this that the downside to living so far away from home really hits you. Other than Bill and Sue there was no one there that we had known for more than 6 or 7 years (please feel fee to correct me if that aint so Mr Hochman). The stories were great but it would have been wonderful to be able to share it with some of the family as well, particularly Pete and Stevie. Maybe for Cerentha’s 50th we will fly everyone to some exotic location for a complete blast and unite West Coast USA with East Coast Australia. Only then we will probably be dealing with a 13 year old refusing to go to bed and intent on being the life of the party. Just like her Mum.