post pride thoughts
Well I’m not really depressed. But after having a home full of great people who were all laughing and enjoying themselves, it was a bit quiet after they all left.
The day started a bit later than I intended. But soon the arrival of my sister Elaine and her boyfriend John was exactly what the food table needed. They did a fantastic job of saving my ass and getting everything laid out in a neat and orderly fashion while I was slaving over a hot stove and an inferno of an oven.
As folks began to file into my apartment, the bar began to swell up with liquor and mixers, as well as the fridge. At one point I think my refrigerator had nearly fifty bottles of beer jockeying for space with countless bottles of sparkling and white wine.
Boozylicious. Indeed.
The real joy for me came from watching folks eat my food. I have to admit, the spread was pretty fantastic if I do say so myself. But the stream of ‘mmmmm’s and ‘yummmmm’s were music to my ears. And by the end of the shindig, there was barely any food left. Less than a couple spoons of Tzatziki and barely any hummus. They ate it ALL which means that it must have been some sort of good.
Nobody got too drunk (except John, not my sisters boyfriend, one of the wall-of-tall guys) and nobody was in a bad mood. In fact, the group of people that showed up were so freaking diverse that I kept wondering how on earth I have had the good luck to meet such a fantastic collection of folks.
As I laid down to sleep last night I could still hear the goings-on of Pride on the streets and in the apartments nearby. So many people were still out there partying and enjoying the celebration. Mine had came and went, but I couldn’t have been happier about it.
It was truly a great day.