This past weekend was spent at holiday ftes. None hosted by us, thank god. I don't think I could do Latke Fest again, at least not for a very long time from now. I did host a gaterhing for about 12 folks last week, and we had friends over for brunch on Saturday. Still, all in all, a semi-light week for us.
The holiday season highlight always comes in the form of Morgan's ninth annual party. We even wound up with the Campanile cert after the brutally competitive gift exchange. Hehe.
Her house is like a candy store for grown-ups, meaning it's full of top shelf liquor. All over the damn place. This magical transformation can be a problem for some of us. (The crazy spread with approximately 200 goodies from Sweetcake is a little closer to actual candy, and not much of an issue.)
I was, how do you say…well, Marissa's BF quite accurately described my state as um, "hammered." At least I shed some inhibitions about showing off my fishnets, 4-inch Pradas, and outfit from the best store ever.
Before the crash: some of us girlz.
Following a very large, ill-advised tequila shot, I make an unceremonious exit from the party. Better to extricate myself and crash for an hour rather than wait to embarrass myself or god forbid, someone else.
I hate being That Girl at the party. Yet I live with the consequences, and move on.
Sunday feels like a loooonnnng day of recovery, featuring numerous stops and various food and beverage locations. The pain from the night before is eased somewhat by brunch with our posse at Cliff's Edge (not great, but decent crepes), coffee at Urth in Santa Monica, and dinner at Javan.
But we're most tickled by stopping for tea at The Trails, a new snack purveyor in our neighborhood. Living next to Griffith Park always has its excitements, like fires and coyotes, and now this century-old wooden shack structure with homemade treats is a super special one. Doesn't hurt to have extra incentive to take long walks and hikes.
By the end of the weekend I couldn't help but feel like we're living in an ever-shrinking world, a notion that's both comforting and claustrophobic. Whatevs, at this point in my life I just know a fair number of people, but more importantly, I'm curious and make connections. It happens on its own because of a few factors: Jewish Geography, redundant socio-economic circles, certain schools, non-profit stuff, small writerly worlds having to do with my dad or my husband.
However, figuring out during the course of conversation with a stranger at a party that his sister works in the same field as I do was a novel shocker. This NEVER ever happens to me. (Rarely do I get the "do you work in historic preservation" question before I have to explain why I'm nattering on about architecture and planning-related drivel. Then again, I'm hardly big on networking within my own profession.)
Sometimes the social overlap happens because of easily explainable six degrees sort of circumstances, a few of which are noted above. When we stopped by to visit Eileen at the studio, her stop motion animator colleague went to college with our friends whose house we had just left. Go figure. And sometimes it's a little more random. Like seeing Ben's radio co-producer at our friend Jeanine's awesome kid-centric, chaotic cookie bake party. (Speaking of which, this week's episode is fantastic.)
I decorated some cookies and they turned out very pretty, if I do say so myself. Or "better myself," as my niece would say.