Last weekend saw our intrepid hero (i.e., me) drinking with perfectly responsible, reckful abandon. Saturday night, I was invited to a Christmas party at my new friend George’s apartment (Thanks again, George!). I’d met George and the other curious creatures in the photo at the Push to Publish conference last October; all of us are largely unpublished and trying very hard to rectify that. I’m not at all certain that the hat I’m wearing in that photo will help that endeavor, but I think it’s clear I’m having fun. Also, my wife knitted that hat for me, so bonus points all around. In case you’re curious, the theme of the party involved wearing flannel…I’d hate to leave anyone with the impression that I generally show up at parties in my flannel robe.
Last night, Aurora and I were visited by talented actress and general sensation, Corinna Burns. I caught her in the closing weekend of Azuka Theatre’s production of The Watson Intelligence, realized we hadn’t gotten together in a few (or many) years, and we were sick of simply exchanging pleasantries at parties and bars and such. We’ve known each other for something close to two decades, having met back in the glory days of the Brick Playhouse. So, she came over, I stuffed a pork loin with blue cheese, cranberries, and walnuts, and Aurora baked what might well be an objectively-perfect pumpkin pie. The evening ended with shots of hot boilo (you should google “boilo,” if that term is unfamiliar to you), which led to this photo:
I can’t really explain why we went with American Gothic there, but I’m sure it made sense at the time. I think maybe we were expressing a deep-seated frustration at the inevitability of death. Or something similarly artsy. Mmm…boilo.
Anyway, I hope everyone is having as magical a holiday season as I seem to be having.
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