holy baloney batman i threw a shindig!
no, there are no pictures.
i always seem to ‘forget’ to take pictures at the good parties…
it’s not on purpose or anything it’s just i forget i have a camera and then the party is nearly over and someone goes ‘oh there’s no pictures’ and i think to myself ‘fucking right, and that’s why you cut loose and had fun isn’t it?’
i threw a shin.dig. a capital S full on people having a great time and staying way later then they meant to shindiggery do.
and it was great.
shane insisted on catering and trust me kids, when shane offers to make her crazy olive dip and her crazy apple cake and date squares and several dips and crudites and casava pie (don’t ask but SOOO good. it’s pie with MEAT in it!!!)
we got a cheese tray and made meatballs and then hubris and mightydoll made chili and tommer and rachel brought cookies (seperately) and da-mute made filo and nutella yumminess and the paper guy and his wife brought four layer mexi-style dip they made and there was wine and brownies and pie and fun and and and
dudes, we did it UP
and it was good.
at one point i came into my room and sat with my sist… you know i don’t know who i sat with… and all i could hear was happy conversation going on in the other room.
many of my loved ones came and you know what?
they loved each other!
i have little signs of my loved ones everywhere in new plants and candle holders and coasters and awesome leftover food and more wine and beer than i started with!
my place is filled with memories of people i love or am just learning to know and little ghosts of their smiling selves everywhere.
some of the funniest people ended up getting together (shush not like that) and well, it was awesome.
hell rachel threatened to get me to throw her housewarming when she finally has it.
you know what’s interesting about a party though?
who does and doesn’t come.
who does and doesn’t try.
you learn a lot about the people in your life when you throw a party and you definetely find out something about them.
a mutual acquaintance didn’t show up and yet she’d had several weeks notice and claimed to be coming until the day of and then made up an excuse.
and it was so obviously an excuse, heck she even called herself ‘the worst friend in the world’ in the message. i’m choosing to assume she’s a little agoraphobic or something but it’s weird.
weird like the people who are so excited to come and then don’t show up or call or ever mention it again.
weird like people you love but who said ‘there’s no way we can make it’ who show up anyway even though they really, really don’t have time or like people you hardly know and invite at the last minute who show up with a really thoughtful gift.
you know, weird.
i cut all my nails off to go climbing.
yes, i miss them already.
did you catch that? i get to go climbing!!
only on the baby walls but still!!!!!
i found friends i didn’t know i had this weekend and it’s wonderful.
i learned that people i treasure really do treasure me back.
i was surprised to find that some people really can be counted on.
i forgot to get drunk, which i did at my last housewarming as well (at that one i kept losing margaritas. at this one i kept losing beers.)
i got a few really awesome gifts.
i ate and fed my friends fantastic food.
i actually saw a man show up with two friends, cruise the party and then leave to go hang out at a university bar…
and he’s forty.
dude, you’re forty. find a real woman.
most of all?
i threw a SHINDIG and it ROCKED!