[1]On Sunday, I trekked to the fancy neighborhood of Brentwood for a baby shower of a family friend. I was initially opposed to going, but realized that being hard-nosed about a joyous celebration was bordering on rude. It turned out to be a fine afternoon. The party took place in a lovely, manicured home, and the gracious hosts served a delicious Chinese chicken salad and lavender cupcakes. As I returned to my car, well fed and well versed in tummy time [2], I imagined all the denizens in the surrounding streets as attractive with perfect spouses and bountiful family lives. And my world, by comparison, seemed a little gray. The feeling of envy lingered for hours. But by next morning, I came to my senses, and kissed my sweet urban, single life smack on the mouth.