hilarious, delicious evening
So. Those of you who are more familiar than I with schmancy, schmoozy dinners, tell me -- how common are arranged marriage discussions at these things? Because tonight was really kind of hilariously insane. I met Dani, Rachel, and Dani's mother, aunt, and 12-year-old cousin for dinner. Almost immediately that bizarre effect came into play where I am weirded out by kids because I cannot conceive of how to interact with them in a kid-like way, and they decide I am awesome because I default to treating them like adults. So I very quickly became Emily, the cousin's, new favorite person. The aunt approved of this. They both began conspiring to sell me on marrying cousin Tim. In fact, everyone at the table got very into this Tim idea, deciding it was the perfect solution to all of my romantic woes for all time. I attempted to be skeptical -- they would say, "he's very intelligent and nice and funny," and I would ask, "yes, but in the course of normal conversation, do his statements often rhyme?" But then they said, "often, he does Irish jigs, just because he feels like it," and I agreed to meet this Tim if they could entice him to visit New York. They were pleased, and declared that even if Tim didn't work out, there was always his brother Chris. Rachel even stated that I would be married into this family, so help her, because sometimes she just needs somebody else there. I may have fallen into a trap, but it's nice to be liked.
Otherwise, I am totally the best orderer of food ever. Rachel maintains that her goose liver ravioli was better than my black spaghetti with rock shrimp, but she is wrong. I totally won every round what with the chili-basil cockles, the black spaghetti, the fennel-dusted sweetbread with duck bacon and carmelized onion and the pine nut costada thingey that way kind of like a praline. My port was even better than Dani's port. She disagrees, but then she is wrong. So much delicious wonderful yumminess. Yum, yum, yum. Cockles. Yum.
I was coerced into going back to Dani and Rachel's for a bit (by the pouty lower lip trick -- the cousin _really_ liked me). There I aquired amazing bumbleskull loafers that did not fit Dani. They have a hard-rockin' death's head bumblebee on them and are perfectly fantastic. Then I headed home, sang 'Molly Malone' and jigged in the street in honor of the cockles, loved the full moon, and composed this haiku:
Umbrellas and I
Never long in one place can
Remain together
Excellent, excellent night.
Otherwise, I am totally the best orderer of food ever. Rachel maintains that her goose liver ravioli was better than my black spaghetti with rock shrimp, but she is wrong. I totally won every round what with the chili-basil cockles, the black spaghetti, the fennel-dusted sweetbread with duck bacon and carmelized onion and the pine nut costada thingey that way kind of like a praline. My port was even better than Dani's port. She disagrees, but then she is wrong. So much delicious wonderful yumminess. Yum, yum, yum. Cockles. Yum.
I was coerced into going back to Dani and Rachel's for a bit (by the pouty lower lip trick -- the cousin _really_ liked me). There I aquired amazing bumbleskull loafers that did not fit Dani. They have a hard-rockin' death's head bumblebee on them and are perfectly fantastic. Then I headed home, sang 'Molly Malone' and jigged in the street in honor of the cockles, loved the full moon, and composed this haiku:
Umbrellas and I
Never long in one place can
Remain together
Excellent, excellent night.