Ice-Cream Surpreez
Last week, to mark my move from Jhonge (the Taipeinese equivalent of Boksburg) into Taipei City (at last), we threw a little houswarming bash for some of our (read: mostly my) nearest and dearest. My two new roomies (aka The Claires) and I arranged a housewarming-slash-dessert party. I made a bastardised version of my gran's awesome Mandarin Jelly (which was delicious) and Jared's Ice-Cream Surpreez, a recipe garnished from Maya about 40-thousand years ago where you melt vanilla ice-cream and sprinkle, crush, grate and otherwise molest various bits of chocolatey goodness into the mix and then re-freeze.
I'm usually a bit stressed out when hosting a party. I worry (must be the eons of genetically-inherited Jewish angst) that people will be bored, or that not enough people will show up, or that the party will suck and I will be cast into the social wilderness, with Martha Stewart glaring disapprovingly at me, saying 'Always put the fresh strawberries into the blender first, followed by the whipped cream and the organic granulated sugar'. Paranoid much?!?! Anywho, the point is that my fears were totally unfounded. Not only did people turn up, but they turned up in droves. The Party Invite List Equation, every good host knows about this, is you take the number of guests you actually want at the party, double it, multiply it by the number of tequilas you drink and divide by the amount (in decibels) of noise it will take to get the police to your flat. That way, you always invite more than you want cos' people will cancel or not pitch or whatever. This never fails to work.
Except when in Taipei, where 'The Rules Don't Apply!' and other such slogans...In short, everyone pitched, plus a whole bunch of other people who weren't invited. We threw the party to end all dessert parties. We even had one girl asking if eight of her friends could come by. Hey, at least she asked. We said yes, too, and suddenly a bunch of drunken Swedes were in our living room. Even the Taipei police turned up, hearing that the party was a good 'un. Twice. Now that's impressive...
Taiwanese girls. A staple at every good Taiwan-based party.
The obligatory 'checking out the straight boy' moment.
A couple of metal goths.
Plenty of tequila. Pronounced phonetically if you're drunk.
Big Norwegian hair making love to the fan.
A Hello Kitty poof for the Hello Kitty-loving poof. Housewarming gift from Mavis and Jophis.
Random passed-out Swede on Claire's bed. People were asking questions...
Some ABBA-like head jerks.
A few surprises.
A drunk hostess with the most-ess.
Some gay action.
Some lesbian action.
Some more gay action.
Some more gays.
I'm usually a bit stressed out when hosting a party. I worry (must be the eons of genetically-inherited Jewish angst) that people will be bored, or that not enough people will show up, or that the party will suck and I will be cast into the social wilderness, with Martha Stewart glaring disapprovingly at me, saying 'Always put the fresh strawberries into the blender first, followed by the whipped cream and the organic granulated sugar'. Paranoid much?!?! Anywho, the point is that my fears were totally unfounded. Not only did people turn up, but they turned up in droves. The Party Invite List Equation, every good host knows about this, is you take the number of guests you actually want at the party, double it, multiply it by the number of tequilas you drink and divide by the amount (in decibels) of noise it will take to get the police to your flat. That way, you always invite more than you want cos' people will cancel or not pitch or whatever. This never fails to work.
Except when in Taipei, where 'The Rules Don't Apply!' and other such slogans...In short, everyone pitched, plus a whole bunch of other people who weren't invited. We threw the party to end all dessert parties. We even had one girl asking if eight of her friends could come by. Hey, at least she asked. We said yes, too, and suddenly a bunch of drunken Swedes were in our living room. Even the Taipei police turned up, hearing that the party was a good 'un. Twice. Now that's impressive...
Taiwanese girls. A staple at every good Taiwan-based party.
The obligatory 'checking out the straight boy' moment.
A couple of metal goths.
Plenty of tequila. Pronounced phonetically if you're drunk.
Big Norwegian hair making love to the fan.
A Hello Kitty poof for the Hello Kitty-loving poof. Housewarming gift from Mavis and Jophis.
Random passed-out Swede on Claire's bed. People were asking questions...
Some ABBA-like head jerks.
A few surprises.
A drunk hostess with the most-ess.
Some gay action.
Some lesbian action.
Some more gay action.
Some more gays.