Well, we’ve almost made it through the first month of the new year. The holidays are over and done with. Champagne and Auld Lang Syne are a distant memory once steeped with positivity and eager foresight.
The weirdest thing happened…
I missed a season. Seriously. It vanished. First came Spring then came Autumn. Summer vaporized into a vortex.
There are many things that I’m proud of in my life, but one of the greatest is my immense group of very close friends. For ages, we have been celebrating the 4th of July at the Farrar’s in Malibu. The “grown-up Farrar’s” (Sam’s parents), that is. We’ve gone from being debaucherous 20 year olds to the grown-ups themselves. The house has been host to many great parties and monumental moments over the years for all of us. Granted, the parties do look different now. There are bouncy houses and juice boxes replacing the glory days of our 20’s. But, one thing has maintained over time, all of the faces are the same. The unwieldy strength of “the bros” is a true force with which to be reckoned. You Can’t Stop Us remains our battle cry (thank you Uniform Circa!).