Thursday, December 13, 2007

Six days of social hangover

I don't blog about my lost weekends, cuz no one needs to hear about that ish. All we do is get altered and talk about German idealism anyway. Which is what we talk about all the time, but when we're drunk we're more convinced of our points.

Last Friday's potluck house party, however, was something else. Luckily none of us remember much about each others' obnoxiousness. Although now I have some kind of mouth perdition - a fat lip and a swollen gum, maybe paying back my intransigence about Hegel and the outside.

I brought chicken.

8 comments:

Karen said...

delicious, delicious chicken.

we must cook at your house again!

Marianne said...

And soon.

Anonymous said...

What recipe did you use?
Mom

Marianne said...

Some Thai recipe I copied from your lake clippings.

Anonymous said...

I don't imagine you have to worry about a lot of people, even really hungry ones, trying to crash your potluck dinners if Hegel is the guest of honour.
Mom

Marianne said...

It was a women's potluck and it was crashed by about 20 boys - who arrived sans booze until Grace forced them to go to the bodega.

Anonymous said...

I love Grace. Not only does she have great bone structure, she is the only woman I know that can force twenty boys to go buy booze. Make her marry your brother.
Mom

Christian said...

Yeah!