pride
My head is still a little foggy from the weekend. Between spending hours in my kitchen preparing a feast and rushing to clean my apartment, I feel like I worked harder this weekend than I have in a very long time. The payoff, of course, was hosting a party of grand proportions that I’m exceedingly proud of. Nearly sixty people stopped in and a good time was had by all.
However, it didn’t happen all on my own. My Mom, my sister Elaine, and her fiancee John all pitched in to help me prepare the house, serve the food, and keep the plates full and the dishes clean for nearly the entire party. I’m so lucky to have them all in my life, and I’m glad we could share the day together.
The crowning achievement was the food, which I didn’t take ANY photographs of. Seeing a house full of folks eating my food was simply divine, and I hope that I have the chance to do it more often. I walked into my living room at one point and it was eerily silent as everyone, plates balanced on their knees, were stuffing their faces like mad.
I like feeding people.
The sangria fountain was a hit, but if I ever do it again I’ll buy three times the amount of wine. I borrowed my friend Ken’s beverage fountain and it was both charming and efficient. Load it up, top it off, and keep them drinking. Andra, a gal I know from the theatre, saved the day when she made a wine run to the CVS. Bless her and her husband James!
There were a couple firsts this Pride. It was the first time I met podcasters Justin and Matt, Tom and Joe, Brad. Brad has a great pic of us on his site.
This was the first Pride for my Mom. I was a bit worried she wasn’t going to come, but my sister picked her up and brought her over.
It was also the first Pride parade that was rained on. I’ve been to almost all of them since the early 90’s, and it has never rained. It has rained before the parade, and after, but Mother Nature usually spares us. Not this year. It POURED and I was glad I was inside.