Here's some exciting news: I've become a Passion Parties Passion Consultant! Go check it out:



I'm having my first party - an open house - on June 30. I hope plenty of people will come and that some will book parties of their own!

I finally fixed my feed and permalinks, so you can add me to your regular reads and share all my terribly fascinating posts with your friends!

So said some young hoodlum once overheard by our friends and fellow Germantown residents Paul and Allison, and so say I.

I didn't choose to live in Germantown. I mean, of course I did to some extent when I moved in with Neil, but he bought this house before we met. Before we started dating I had little knowledge or opinion of Germantown. When I moved in I was happy, of course, to be living with Neil, happy that the neighborhood was near my then-newish job downtown, and happy that the arrangement would be good for both of us financially. But our little house in Germantown didn't have nearly the cache of the address I'd just left on Cherokee Road, nor my previous residence (and first apartment) on St James Court. I loved Neil and our house, but Germantown didn't seem like much to get excited about.

How wrong I was.

It turns out that we live within walking distance of my dear friend Tabetha, as well as the aforementioned Paul and Allison and Neil's mom (who, contrary to the stereotype of the crazy evil mother-in-law, is totally amazing). We can also walk to Kroger, the delicious cafe in the Louisville Antique Mall, delicious pizzeria Jockamo's, and the Nachbar (hideous MySpace page, awesome beer list). We're just a few minutes from the Highlands, downtown, and U of L.

All that aside, Germantown is awesome because of its people. True, we did have the neighbor from hell for quite a while, but he and his incessantly yowling dogs are now gone. People are friendly. More and more 20- and 30-somethings are moving in and putting down roots here (and giving rise to things like the Germantown Shotgun Festival). Even though I grew up in a nice neighborhood in a house I loved, there was little sense of community, and the only things within walking distance were gas stations and a Long John Silver's. This whole neighborhood pride thing is a new experience for me. I like it.