I just got home from dinner with my newly married friends. I hadn't seen them since the wedding, which I realize I never described. It was very nice. The reception was at the zoo, of all places, in the swamp exhibit, so the guests from out of town (95 percent) could see nutria frolicking while eating steamed asparagus.
It really was quite lovely.
Of course, the crowd was very...ummm...white.
Here are a few random snatches of conversation I remember:
"Yes, the fellowship to Paris begins next month. I'm kind of dreading it."
"Barcelona is so overdone."
"Yeah, like when I was climbing in Montana I nearly backclipped. Dude, that was scary."
"Apple is totally back."
"She just moved to Park Slope, can you believe it? It's tragic."
The crowd was made up of the groom's and bride's undergrad friends from Yale, and their newly minted grad friends from Harvard.
Oh, and us.
Anyway, I hadn't seen them since the wedding, so it was nice to catch up. For some reason I didn't get the chance tonight...and didn't have the energy to mention that I'd been nearly killed on the night of the rehearsal dinner in a pretty horrible accident. It never seemed to come up. Instead we talked about their honeymoon and lots of work talk.
(to paraphrase from above) "Tragic."
I did manage to get them to go to our local Thai restaurant, since no one else will go with me. All the friends with whom I used to go have either moved away or don't like it anymore. I don't think I've won any converts, but they were good natured enough to indulge me. The best part of the night is that I got to have my old standard, drunken noodles, again for the first time in a year.
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Coincidentally, Miss J was eating drunken noodles this weekend. She was drunk right along with them.
A zoo wedding sounds like so much fun, btw. Harvard students aside.
I love "white" functions. I make bets to try to be the "whitest" person there and god of them all.
Plus I have the same problem getting people to go to my local japanese place. Easier to get them to go to McDonald's instead.
I love Thai food. And Thai boys.
I love a zoo wedding! What a great idea. And frolicking nutria? Who doesn't want that at their wedding? And instead of the guests throwing rice, the monkeys could throw poo. ;)
I think I discovered Stuff White People Like through your blog. (The list, not the stuff--I already knew most of that.) Anyway, I had forgotten but this reminded me and I spent most of the afternoon in a state of white discomfort and angst.
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/03/30/books/review/Donadio-t.html?_r=1&ex=1207627200&en=508fc64c5777d5b0&ei=5070&emc=eta1&oref=slogin
Thanks.
Apropos of nothing, you’re tagged with the Mrpeenee Auto Haiku Tag Meme tm.
Here’s how it goes:
In five syllables, no more, no less, describe the worst movie you can think of. You can include separately the title and a description, but the line can only be five syllables.
In seven syllables, no more, no less, describe your worst date. Certainly, describe in an aside the situation. Bonus points if it was sordid. Subtract points if it sounds too much like an overweight fifteen year old Goth girl.
In five syllables, no more, no less, describe the worst job you ever had. Same as above. Extra bonus points if it consists of Grim. Taxi dancer.
You can see an example over at mrpeenee. Put it all together and you have a haiku of life’s low points.
Now go tag somebody else. Be sure to sound obnoxious.
ah yes, FP. I remember that article well.
Sorry.
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