January 24, 2004
Notes from a Dinner Party
The day of the party I had a tickle in the back of my throat. By yesterday it had become a full-blown flu - general fogheadedness, stuffiness, sore-throatedness. Lucky me. I'd be in bed right now except there are Canadians flying down from Nova Scotia to come look at our duplex with the realtor, and there are still dirty dishes from the Thursday night extravaganza. I'm really not looking forward to possibly having to move this summer.
But the dinner party. It's great to co-host at a duplex - there are two sets of kitchens to work with. We'd just shuttle back and forth whenever we'd have a dish ready for the buffet table. We pooled our tables together and covered them with red paper tablecloths and somehow scrounged up enough chairs. There were paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling with red bulbs. Everybody wore a bit of red.
There was an overabundance of food - afterwards we joked that we should've cooked for seven instead of fifteen. Damn these scrawny gay men who watch their figures! One of the guests, a friend of one of the other hosts, doesn't care for Chinese food; he brought a burger, fries and a milkshake from Zesto's. (Fortunately we'd known he would, otherwise I might have been a tad miffed.) The noodles went over well, and someone had made a marvelous chocolate torte with orange zest and some ultra-thin cookies that were a vehicle for more orange zest. Mmmmm.
It was a good party - good food, friends, and conversation. And I definitely enjoy co-hosting - that way it's a group effort, and less pressure to be individually brilliant (well, at least competent).We got to see a friend whom we hadn't seen since we were in New York. He and his girlfriend had just gotten engaged and I begged him to describe the ring and tell us about the proposal - a very funny, happy story. But weeknights are hard - it seemed that in no time people had to be getting home because we all had to get up for work the next day.
Anyway, we have enough, if we wanted, to throw a Finish the Leftovers Party. But even cold dumplings and noodles were a welcome lunch at my desk the next day.