She knew
something was up, though, when I started chopping up fruit for a fruit
salad. I don't normally take such trouble in my cooking preparations.
But it was a dog-free party, and she wouldn't have had much fun. It would
be far too crowded for her tastes, and she wouldn't have been able to
snack on any of the food or run around outside or play.
By the time
I got there, the weather was steaming hot, the hottest we've had so far
this summer. It was the kind of heat and humidity that, before I lived
in the Philadelphia area, when I visited, I thought felt like a hot, wet
blanket wrapped around me.
The party
was supposed to start at 1. I got there at 1:30 and the room was already
filled with people, many of whom I hadn't seen for months. Everyone was
really relaxed, sitting around talking and munching on vegetables.
I knew there
was going to be a lot of food at this party, and I decided before I got
there that I was just going to write this day off, in terms of my diet.
But at first I tried to be good, just chewing sugar free gum and drinking
water. I was very good, in fact, until the desserts came out. My friends,
who are not normally evil, had nevertheless decided to tempt me with a
cornucopia of pies, cakes and cookies. I sampled a little piece of this,
a little slice of that, trying to tell myself that, really, it only added
up to a regular slice... or two...
When the
thunderstorms hit, the air cooled down, but unfortunately that also kept
us inside. A few brave souls wandered out from time to time to stand under
the metal canopy on the cement steps. The young daughters of one of the
guests were running around, playing tag in the rain. I might have joined
them, except that I figured after I came inside, all wet, into the air
conditioning, I would have regretted it. It also would have been difficult
to persuade someone to let me squeeze next to them on the couch.
Of the four
chairs I'd brought, the one that I believe actually belongs to my upstairs
neighbor was in sad shape. This is probably why he'd left it on the porch
to begin with. It was a folding chair that was already bent when I brought
it. By the end of the party, it was dangerously bent and one of the metal
pegs supporting the seat was all but ready to pull away from the frame,
so I removed it from circulation. By then, enough people had left that
it wasn't really necessary.
My most
recent ex was there, and it was remarkably easygoing between us, considering
that we hadn't seen each other in person since breaking up. But we'd always
been good friends, and I told him when it happened that I wanted to keep
him as a friend. It was like an exhalation of breath to realize, in person,
that it could really be true.
It was a
quiet sort of party, the kind we often had in college, where we'd all
gather around and socialize and talk a lot of nonsense, joke about old
times and new projects. One of the guests had brought along a number of
wines that he had purchased from a small winery rumor says he'd
bought 76 bottles!
We tried
apple wine, a delicious blueberry wine and palm wine, which must be an
acquired taste. It was reminiscent of a fresh field of squeezed grass.
We actually
managed to stick pretty well to the "no TV" rule, which was
instituted years ago to keep this group of friends from watching movies
for an entire party. You see, they're all pop junkies, like me. We did
watch a short animated movie, "Horses on Mars," which tells
the story of a microbe and his journey on a pebble from Earth to Mars.
It had been brought by one friend who is an animator, artist and game
designer, living out near Chicago.
As one after
another guest said their good-byes, it still seemed as if the night was
young. I truly had lost track of the time, and by the time I realized
my dog had been alone for a hideously long time, there were only five
of us left, sitting around a fan in the living room, talking about comedy
sketches we'd written in college.
On the way
home, a number of street lights were blinking. It was clearly much later
than I'd thought. I actually called my apartment on my cell phone, and
when the answering machine picked up, I left what I hoped was a soothing
message for my dog, which I knew she could hear. "I'll be home soon!"
I promised. I could picture her running around the house, excited.
I got back
and she had been extremely good. Even the most tempting garbage was still
where it belonged, in the trash can. When I took her outside, she wouldn't
even run down onto the grass at first, she was so excited to see me. She
just kept licking my face and hands. I was forgiven.
I remember
in college when I met most of the friends who were at yesterday (some
were met later) and how, through all the good times we had together, I
really thought those were our halcyon days and that one day we'd be looking
back on it from our separate corners of the earth with a certain wistful
nostalgia, a certain pang. I certainly never expected so many of us to
be living within a day's drive of each other, or that we would all travel,
every once in awhile, despite the distance, to spend a great day together,
to create new memories, even if it does sometimes involve palm wine.
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