lucky

Last weekend, I threw a birthday party on a yacht, followed by dinner in the city.

I'd obsessively planned out all the details, including figuring out transportation logistics, printing maps and directions for all the carpools, pre-ordering cake and ice cream, bringing plates, forks, and serving utensils, buying decorations and balloons, drawing up a (40+ person!) guest and payment checklist, and arranging a preset dinner menu.

But in the end, the most important factor in making the party a success was that the weather was absolutely gorgeous. When we set sail at 4pm, it was 75 degrees, with not a cloud in the sky. Over the next three hours, it cooled off bit by bit, until it was probably in the mid-60s by sunset, which is actually my kind of weather. I'd rather be lucky, indeed.