Wild weekend...
Friday we had a dinner guest, nice young man who lives in the basement at the coffeehouse who just came into inheritance and intends to purchase remote acreage in the coast mountains. He's young and kind and S has sort of taken him under his wing. He told me S reminds him of his dad. He's a sweet kid. He sat big eyed, absorbing, processing, thinking about all the things we discussed. He asked S some specific questions about historical politics; S has this amazing encyclopedic wealth of knowledge behind those pretty blue eyes of his. He's also very good at explaining history and making it interesting to learn. We consumed bbq'd chicken and corn on the cob and enough red wine to make everything funny. He's a good kid.
Saturday morning I got teased for waking up and jumping out of bed. S made little rooster crows, mocking me, as he nestled back into his pillow, and I could not for the life of me stay in bed. I did laundry, cleaned the kitchen, paid the bills, played with the dogs, and cleared more space for the huge tide of books arriving daily from our bookstore, all before 9.
After lunch the slows got me and I returned to bed for a "nap" which involved reading Carl Hiaasen's Lucky You in its entirety. He is goddamn funny. "Nap" ended up being five hours long, but that's okay because we had planned big things for the evening.
We went to dinner with R & L; they treated us to the best Thai food I have ever eaten. It's always fun hanging out with those two-- they like to laugh. After dinner with them we went to a party for some folks we don't know all that well. Andi has sung a few times in the coffeehouse, and seems like quite the diva in the making, although S commented she should take some iron pills or something because she is lacking the vivacity exhibited when we first met her. S said her beau Mike is an energy vampire.
It was a strange party.
I have never been in a party where there was so much pot and it was so jealously hoarded by little cliques. One fellow even asked S for a light for his bong but then turned away and just shared it with his friend on the couch.
It was the kind of party where some people don't bathe, and other people talk about cars. The kind of party where some people might buy strawberry toothpaste on purpose, not just because the package was red and they thought it was the cinnamon stuff. The only reason we stayed more than a few minutes was because JJ and Tebone were there, and we had fun chatting with them. At one point a tall fellow walked into the kitchen, where S & Tebone and I were all chatting, and tall guy gets a beer, makes our acquaintance, then says, "So how do you know Mike?"
I reply for all of us, "Actually, we know Andi."
Tall guy looks at the floor, and then walks away. Too strange.
The weekend culminated with R coming for dinner last night. We had pot stickers and salad and gin and tonics, espoused by S as the original health drink. We didn't ever end up dancing, except briefly in the kitchen, and then it was sheer goofiness. We've finally figured out a series of songs for a choreography to do together, possibly with tall dark Jess. She left after midnight, and I am dragging today, but oh it was fun. She's hilarious, and was recounting the 4am altercation overheard from her dinky thin-walled downtown apartment, involving two drunk dumbass men and an obnoxious nasal-voiced woman and a string of stupid not-so-witty comments regarding mothers and shit. She had us rolling.
Far too much fun was had this weekend.
Friday we had a dinner guest, nice young man who lives in the basement at the coffeehouse who just came into inheritance and intends to purchase remote acreage in the coast mountains. He's young and kind and S has sort of taken him under his wing. He told me S reminds him of his dad. He's a sweet kid. He sat big eyed, absorbing, processing, thinking about all the things we discussed. He asked S some specific questions about historical politics; S has this amazing encyclopedic wealth of knowledge behind those pretty blue eyes of his. He's also very good at explaining history and making it interesting to learn. We consumed bbq'd chicken and corn on the cob and enough red wine to make everything funny. He's a good kid.
Saturday morning I got teased for waking up and jumping out of bed. S made little rooster crows, mocking me, as he nestled back into his pillow, and I could not for the life of me stay in bed. I did laundry, cleaned the kitchen, paid the bills, played with the dogs, and cleared more space for the huge tide of books arriving daily from our bookstore, all before 9.
After lunch the slows got me and I returned to bed for a "nap" which involved reading Carl Hiaasen's Lucky You in its entirety. He is goddamn funny. "Nap" ended up being five hours long, but that's okay because we had planned big things for the evening.
We went to dinner with R & L; they treated us to the best Thai food I have ever eaten. It's always fun hanging out with those two-- they like to laugh. After dinner with them we went to a party for some folks we don't know all that well. Andi has sung a few times in the coffeehouse, and seems like quite the diva in the making, although S commented she should take some iron pills or something because she is lacking the vivacity exhibited when we first met her. S said her beau Mike is an energy vampire.
It was a strange party.
I have never been in a party where there was so much pot and it was so jealously hoarded by little cliques. One fellow even asked S for a light for his bong but then turned away and just shared it with his friend on the couch.
It was the kind of party where some people don't bathe, and other people talk about cars. The kind of party where some people might buy strawberry toothpaste on purpose, not just because the package was red and they thought it was the cinnamon stuff. The only reason we stayed more than a few minutes was because JJ and Tebone were there, and we had fun chatting with them. At one point a tall fellow walked into the kitchen, where S & Tebone and I were all chatting, and tall guy gets a beer, makes our acquaintance, then says, "So how do you know Mike?"
I reply for all of us, "Actually, we know Andi."
Tall guy looks at the floor, and then walks away. Too strange.
The weekend culminated with R coming for dinner last night. We had pot stickers and salad and gin and tonics, espoused by S as the original health drink. We didn't ever end up dancing, except briefly in the kitchen, and then it was sheer goofiness. We've finally figured out a series of songs for a choreography to do together, possibly with tall dark Jess. She left after midnight, and I am dragging today, but oh it was fun. She's hilarious, and was recounting the 4am altercation overheard from her dinky thin-walled downtown apartment, involving two drunk dumbass men and an obnoxious nasal-voiced woman and a string of stupid not-so-witty comments regarding mothers and shit. She had us rolling.
Far too much fun was had this weekend.
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