Housewarming
Saturday was chock-full of social. Went to B&E's new house for a party over in Fairfax., to see the new digs, show support. They had been inviting everyone over to help them move and we hadn't come, so it seemed like a good idea not to diss them entirely for this sort of big life event. The lower level of the house was a jumble of car parts and everything else, but the main floor was gussied up and set around with snack and beverage.
Highlights:
To get there, one drives through a curvy, no-sidewalk area full of mansions - monster houses on monster lawns, with names - Breezewood! or or Steeplechase! whatever a mansion might be named. I was thinking, how did they afford a house here? Ah, but they bought a very modest house on a 5 acre lot covered mostly in trees. Their neighbors have the same size lots, but with a crazy overgrown royal residence plunked down on each, and with a cleared area to the road, so you may admire the small palace. You go down my friends' unpaved road, you feel as if you are in the country, and then you arrive at a regular sized house, completely private from the main road. Nice. I can see D. lobbying for this kind of arrangement.
I would note the husband has painted the mastersuite in a mellow sunrise gold and matte purple, to symbolize night and day, and has a Van Gogh light switch plate of the Cafe Terrace at Night painting, and the colors coordinate with the new paint. Also, he took me around the new house and introduced me to the trees who had names - Grace Hopper, Archimedes, Dick and Albert (Feynman and Einstein) Margaret someone. He praised Margaret's tree beauty at length. He said that Dick had a twisted trunk, being the more twisted of the pair of scientists. "My wife thinks this is nuts," he confessed, "but when I refer to something in the yard, I can just say it's over toward Albert, and you know exactly where I mean." I could not argue with this.
Haha, I was reintroduced to the youngest child, still in high school, and explained how I knew his parents from when we hung out back in college days, and "I even briefly dated B." That last was by way of funny detail you might want to put your parents in perspective. The funniest part was that the wife added quickly, "Very briefly." ah ha ha, HA HA HA. I wasn't aware that was a point of soreness, since everyone went out at least a few times with everyone else 30 plus years ago. ahahahaha.
Also, S&K were there, and SD arrived (already ripped to the tits) with his wife's ex-lover (?), met E's dad Greg, D and K talked opera and history, and several ladies hugged and kissed me good-bye. When did kissing become a thing with this gang, when? Please stop kissing me goodbye. Germans do not kiss, people, no.
Highlights:
To get there, one drives through a curvy, no-sidewalk area full of mansions - monster houses on monster lawns, with names - Breezewood! or or Steeplechase! whatever a mansion might be named. I was thinking, how did they afford a house here? Ah, but they bought a very modest house on a 5 acre lot covered mostly in trees. Their neighbors have the same size lots, but with a crazy overgrown royal residence plunked down on each, and with a cleared area to the road, so you may admire the small palace. You go down my friends' unpaved road, you feel as if you are in the country, and then you arrive at a regular sized house, completely private from the main road. Nice. I can see D. lobbying for this kind of arrangement.
I would note the husband has painted the mastersuite in a mellow sunrise gold and matte purple, to symbolize night and day, and has a Van Gogh light switch plate of the Cafe Terrace at Night painting, and the colors coordinate with the new paint. Also, he took me around the new house and introduced me to the trees who had names - Grace Hopper, Archimedes, Dick and Albert (Feynman and Einstein) Margaret someone. He praised Margaret's tree beauty at length. He said that Dick had a twisted trunk, being the more twisted of the pair of scientists. "My wife thinks this is nuts," he confessed, "but when I refer to something in the yard, I can just say it's over toward Albert, and you know exactly where I mean." I could not argue with this.
Haha, I was reintroduced to the youngest child, still in high school, and explained how I knew his parents from when we hung out back in college days, and "I even briefly dated B." That last was by way of funny detail you might want to put your parents in perspective. The funniest part was that the wife added quickly, "Very briefly." ah ha ha, HA HA HA. I wasn't aware that was a point of soreness, since everyone went out at least a few times with everyone else 30 plus years ago. ahahahaha.
Also, S&K were there, and SD arrived (already ripped to the tits) with his wife's ex-lover (?), met E's dad Greg, D and K talked opera and history, and several ladies hugged and kissed me good-bye. When did kissing become a thing with this gang, when? Please stop kissing me goodbye. Germans do not kiss, people, no.