The Men's Dinner
The men's dinner went well. In fact, it went very well. My relationships with Crosby, Huggy - and even Frontpage have been reset just as I hoped they might.
Something has shifted in me. I'll illustrate what makes me think so. About ten minutes after I arrived I was balancing one of St. Michael's bone china dessert plates - the ones with the embossed St. Michael's seal - in one hand and a beer in the other, when I lost my grip trying to shake hands with Richard who had himself just arrived.
The crash made a lot of noise and Richard even brought out the cleaning staff mop and pail to clean up the beer which had spilled. It was overkill, but, it did the trick. My point is, I did not feel the slightest tinge of embarrassment or humiliation. It was an accident. I was sorry about the loss of the dessert plate. But, I didn't crawl into a hole and bang my head against the palm of my hand. I evaluated the situation, processed it and went on to have a great time.
In addition to Richard, Peter, Huggy Bear, Crosby, Frontpage and Bing were all there. C.J. and Dick Miller helped cook and the food was delicious. There was plenty to drink, but, I don't think anyone got tipsy. I have never seen Frontpage so humble and relaxed. I think being around the Bings have rubbed off on him just as they have rubbed off on me - a little bit.
Crosby led a very droll conversation on the subject of being a "foodie" and how he compared to his brother, "the yuppie". I showed him my artwork - well, some of it. I think the seed has been planted. I marveled at the way his jeans fit around his back side. You can't tell me he is not at least a teensy-bit bit vain about his body. We will almost certainly revisit the subject at some point.
On the way home, he complimented me on my knitted wool cap. He said, he liked the way it looked on me.
Something has shifted in me. I'll illustrate what makes me think so. About ten minutes after I arrived I was balancing one of St. Michael's bone china dessert plates - the ones with the embossed St. Michael's seal - in one hand and a beer in the other, when I lost my grip trying to shake hands with Richard who had himself just arrived.
The crash made a lot of noise and Richard even brought out the cleaning staff mop and pail to clean up the beer which had spilled. It was overkill, but, it did the trick. My point is, I did not feel the slightest tinge of embarrassment or humiliation. It was an accident. I was sorry about the loss of the dessert plate. But, I didn't crawl into a hole and bang my head against the palm of my hand. I evaluated the situation, processed it and went on to have a great time.
In addition to Richard, Peter, Huggy Bear, Crosby, Frontpage and Bing were all there. C.J. and Dick Miller helped cook and the food was delicious. There was plenty to drink, but, I don't think anyone got tipsy. I have never seen Frontpage so humble and relaxed. I think being around the Bings have rubbed off on him just as they have rubbed off on me - a little bit.
Crosby led a very droll conversation on the subject of being a "foodie" and how he compared to his brother, "the yuppie". I showed him my artwork - well, some of it. I think the seed has been planted. I marveled at the way his jeans fit around his back side. You can't tell me he is not at least a teensy-bit bit vain about his body. We will almost certainly revisit the subject at some point.
On the way home, he complimented me on my knitted wool cap. He said, he liked the way it looked on me.