Just another party....

So this weekend looms large....it's Oscar's weekend and there's a lot of pressure haha. Mainly everybody gets a little insecure and paranoid - there are so many parties and you begin to worry that the ones you are going to aren't THE ones and other people seem to be going to more parties and better parties - and then your head explodes!!! They are just parties. They're fun, but as far as I can see, they never changed anybody's lives. The dictionary definition for a party is "a group of people gathered together for pleasure", there - now it doesn't seem quite as stressful. As long as you are somewhere and having fun, there is no point at all wondering if there is somewhere better to be or somebody better to be with.
The best recommendation I can think of is just to surround yourself with as many people you love, trust and enjoy and the party has started. So that's what we are going to do and keep our expectations right sized and then you can never be disappointed. Disappointment sucks but if you don't get your hopes up too high about things, you just see them for what they are, then you don't have to experience that crushing feeling. You just dust yourself off and move on to the next thing. Always remembering that things are exactly the way they are meant to be right now.
We've had a great week. Sunday night we had the funniest evening ever. A whole bunch of us went up to Sunset Ranch on Beachwood for the dinner ride to celebrate Steven Cree's birthday.... Alex, Clare, Anna Friel, Sam Hoare, Ollie and about 10 other brits on horses heading over the hill as the sunset and watching the moon rise from horseback. It was such a fun thing to do. Clare rode a horse called Poseidon and he was the tallest horse in the stable so she had a pretty good view across the Santa Monica Mountains. We saw deer running in the moonlight and owls sitting in the trees and then we arrived at a great Mexican restaurant in Burbank and tied the horses up outside and ate until we were stuffed. No wonder Clare's horses was puffing on his way back over the hills. We sang songs and laughed and listened to Ollie complaining and telling his horse not to facebook him again or e-mail and to just lose his number. We were all cracking up.
We got home at midnight and I have never ever felt so tired. We climbed into bed and before Clare's head even hit the pillow Bentley was snoring like a trucker.....