M to P: "We been here for 3 hours? Where's the meat?"
As it turned out, they ran out of propane, had to got to Home
Depot to get more, so by 7:30 there was still another hour
to go. Drunk and swineless, we had to depart to get our house
ready for our own party.
It took me a long time to get back into the swing of things
at our party due to the aforementioned exhaustion and beer.
A party guest suggested I "drink through it," just
keep imbibing until I felt better. This actually seems to
work. We stocked the fridge with funny-sounding German beer
in honor of M's Teutonic girlfriend's visit: Weinhenstephaner,
Schnieder-Weisse, Hacker-Pschorr. Sadly, there was no Schöfferhofer
The party was a lot of fun, but I learned 2 things:
- I need somebody to remind me to take pictures when people
are actually present, and
- we have too many chairs.
Yes, it's true. Our chairs had been falling apart of late,
so I keep buying new ones (or finding them in people's garbage).
My most recent chair purchase pushed us over Seating Critical
Mass. Wise party guests refused the chairs in favor of remaining
more mobile, allowing them to freely mingle as opposed to
being confined to one space until their beer ran out. At our
next party there will be no chairs. And no drinking. And no
As for photos, M had to get the camera out at like 4 in the
morning, so that may explain both the large numbers of empty
bottles and the look on my face: