You just know that the lack of a blog entry yesterday is a sure sign that either my party failed yesterday and I required hospitalization or it was a great success and I wasn’t able to find time to blog. Thankfully, it was the latter. I left work at about 5pm with the party scheduled for 8pm and nothing cooked. Happily I had Omar available to help but it was still daunting to think I had to do that many things in such a short time and simultaneously clean the condo. As it turned out I am such a tornado in the kitchen that it was safer for Grommit to watch TV in the living room rather than risk losing teeth as I whizzed from stove to cupboard with chop stops in between. He did most of the tidying while I worked and amazingly it was all finished by 7:15pm giving me enough time for a shower and a cigarette break.
The most shocking development of the evening was that the guests all arrived on time. They are wonderful people, make no mistake, but punctuality is not a trait that would generally be ascribed to them. Alvin and Binky arrived last looking very Euro Trash after their recent jaunt and toting their much celebrated porta-bar along with them. Soon drinks were flowing freely and there was the usual celebratory mood that accompanies a group of assembled friends who have been liquored up before eating a thing. A quick, and unofficial, poll indicates that the drink of choice was Jack Daniel’s and Coke though I noted with concern that certain individuals were alternating Jack and Coke with Cabernet ..and in at least one case…having both at once. Eventually the gang noticed there was food available and were soon buffering their stomachs for another round of bacchanalian excess.
The nice thing about a gathering of nine is that it allows for real conversation and interaction. I hate parties where the music is loud and there are so many people it turns into a nodding acknowledgement fest. We were able to eat, drink, enjoy each other’s company and I had a chance to catch up with friends. I must say the majority of the guests were in their twenties ( and lower twenties at that) but there was absolutely no objection when, to pay tribute to Alvin, we played a ton of music he loves by Shirley Bassey ( who shares his birthday), Nana Mouskouri and Maria Callas. We ended up playing drunken rounds of Wii tennis and golf.
A couple of random observations from the evening are called for I think. Apparently Vishaal has a vision problem and thinks people are much further from him than they are thus requiring him to shout everything at 140 decibels. Omar has developed an inexplicable fondness for Mahalia Jackson. Zaid has become addicted to his iPhone and was on my wireless network faster than an Italian politician can mount his secretary. The Kiss Baking company thinks the word fabulous is spelt “fablous”. Who knew?