A birthday party

We had a birthday party for Frank, Andre (the composer who wrote a tango for Noella), and Amber, a piano major. Potluck party, as usual, so I thought of preparing Spanish rice with mushrooms.

Unfortunately, I couldn't make the dish because a few folks came over and bought my set of pots and pans. After they left my apartment, I went into despair. It began with frustration about not being able to cook, and then it became anger at my own stupidity for selling my pots and pans this early when I still have the better part of the summer to go.

I had to go over to Peiming's place to cook the rice. I did get over my self-loathing to enjoy the party. It was Noella's last evening in Ann Arbor so we chatted quite a bit, the two of us sitting in an armchair. Plenty of picture-taking followed. The night went on, and we got Frank to try on his present from Peiming, a spiffy pair of jeans from Express that were a size too big. I suppose it was rather funny that the three of us - Noella, Peiming, and I - were fussing and giving our comments, basically behaving like three stylists. I finally gave in to fatigue and begged leave of the dwindling crowd.

I went home and had a fitful sleep.

Posted by Monoceros at May 7, 2005 10:15 AM