We were lucky enough to be invited to a pre-pre New Year’s Eve party last night in the Wyoming section of MIllburn.

The host was proudly announcing that his son’t jazz band (freshmen and sophomores in college) would be entertaining. A ton of musicians, neighbors and old friends attended. Also a ton of college kids (friends of the band also home from school, no doubt) also were at the party. Every possible combination of conversation was going on, teens hanging with teen, teens hanging with parents, parents hanging with parents, all in a fluid and happy free for all. Yes, an inter-generational party, imagine that.

The band was quite good (and I don’t mean college kid good, I mean really swingin’ good). Our across the street neighbor’s son started to scat quite soulfully by the food table and his mother proudly beamed that he goes to Berkeley.

As is so often, both Deirdre and I got lost in conversation with different people and at one point looked at each other across the room with that OMG, it’s really late we better get home look. As we were driving the three blocks home we chatted about how quickly it got so late. The mark of a good party in my book. Thank you J and D for the invite!

I can’t wait to see what tonight’s pre-new year’s eve party in Maplewood is all about. Stay tuned.