Last night, I was invited to a dinner party at Gerda Buss’s home in Los Angeles. Gerda is the sister of Inta, the photographer who does the wonderful work of turning our angelo:HOME furniture photos into furniture art. Also at the dinner were Angelo and Ed, Angelo’s PR guy, making the party five.
To define these people by their jobs is truly an injustice. Each of them takes in life in big breaths, and exhales equally big. We talked and kidded, and cajoled, and debated, and discussed, and solved all of the world’s problems, but none of our own, personal issues.
Each person has their own, unique viewpoint. Each has a ready smile. Each can laugh out loud at the foibles of others. But, more importantly, each can laugh at him or herself. Each has open arms and a warm hug.
Two years ago, I knew none of these people. Today, I consider them friends, you might even say close friends, even though we only see each other once-in-a-while.
The setting was magnificent, sitting on a deck, flowers and art all around, with a calming, cool breeze. And to be able to enjoy a spectacular meal in the process is more than a person should ask.
I’m grateful to have been invited into this group. To be involved in passionate, bright, and sometimes not so bright, conversation is a privilege I don’t take for granted.