our michael jordan year
Yesterday I was flying back to SF and looking down at the rippling clouds spreading out all around and how the sun pooled golden over the ocean it occurred to me that there was never anything I needed to see more on new year’s eve than the view of the earth from the sky.
And then it was really new year’s eve, and out we went on the bus. I ate lots of delicious sushi and drank lots of champagne and it was all nice nice nice. Then we commandeered a limo and rode it all the way back to lower haight, where people don’t really do limos, but that’s okay.
Also Jacqueline turned 23 last night. She said she was supposed to have been born on Christmas, but it turned out better this way since, as she is Jewish, New Year’s is really more her holiday.
“So you’re 23 now.”
“Yeah, it’s my Michael Jordan year.”
I’m only 22, but I’m kind of feeling a Michael Jordan year myself. Aren’t you?