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I can tell we had a successful party yesterday, because there are a great many things in my house that are not mine. I can tell we had a low-drama party, because none of them are pants, and the one of them that is a vodka bottle is still 3/4 full.

The kitchen is a war zone. I am afraid to look in the fridge. What lurks within? I know not, but that it may involve turkey. If it does, we're having gumbo tomorrow.

I missed the end of the party, alas. I believe that someday I will learn that my body in its current configuration can process either a good deal more sugar than usual *or* a great deal more wine than usual, but not both. I crashed at some point, and delighted in the fact that when the party's at my house, I can go to bed whenever I like. I woke up around 4:30 a.m., was grievously ill, then went back to bed. I'm pretty sure everyone who doesn't live here was gone by then, but I didn't investigate the couch too thoroughly.

Anyway, I live on. And so does everyone else who was cooking with me in my kitchen yesterday. I am sometimes protective of my space in the kitchen, and I have easy access to large knives, so I felt going into the situation that survival might be a near thing for some of us. Fortunately, though, once everyone had all their proper equipment sorted out, the cooking was pretty painless. I am grateful to ruisseau and triadruid, who were lovely sous-chefs. ruisseau gets the "Beyond the Call of Duty" award for stemming and peeling mushrooms, which she dislikes profoundly. popefelix is a very gadget-y, by-the-book cook, which is exactly the sort of cook I am not, but still, peaceful kitchen coexistence was achieved, and the turkey was Yummy.

So, today, when triadruid rolls out of bed, I think we're gonna head out to Larrytown to put up some posters for Longest Night, and perhaps catch some yummy non-turkey dining. Later, Friday Night Supper Club is on at Blue Nile at the River Market (aggressively non-turkey dining, that). I hope to manage to sneak in a birthday present for the boy, who doesn't want a birthday party and so on and suchlike. I respect people's rights to not have a party, but it is very hard for me to consider not buying a present, for the gods' sakes. We'll see how it goes. Until next time, dear readers. :)

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I can tell we had a successful party yesterday, because there are a great many things in my house that are not mine. I can tell we had a low-drama party, because none of them are pants, and the one of them that is a vodka bottle is still 3/4 full.

The kitchen is a war zone. I am afraid to look in the fridge. What lurks within? I know not, but that it may involve turkey. If it does, we're having gumbo tomorrow.

I missed the end of the party, alas. I believe that someday I will learn that my body in its current configuration can process either a good deal more sugar than usual *or* a great deal more wine than usual, but not both. I crashed at some point, and delighted in the fact that when the party's at my house, I can go to bed whenever I like. I woke up around 4:30 a.m., was grievously ill, then went back to bed. I'm pretty sure everyone who doesn't live here was gone by then, but I didn't investigate the couch too thoroughly.

Anyway, I live on. And so does everyone else who was cooking with me in my kitchen yesterday. I am sometimes protective of my space in the kitchen, and I have easy access to large knives, so I felt going into the situation that survival might be a near thing for some of us. Fortunately, though, once everyone had all their proper equipment sorted out, the cooking was pretty painless. I am grateful to ruisseau and triadruid, who were lovely sous-chefs. ruisseau gets the "Beyond the Call of Duty" award for stemming and peeling mushrooms, which she dislikes profoundly. popefelix is a very gadget-y, by-the-book cook, which is exactly the sort of cook I am not, but still, peaceful kitchen coexistence was achieved, and the turkey was Yummy.

So, today, when triadruid rolls out of bed, I think we're gonna head out to Larrytown to put up some posters for Longest Night, and perhaps catch some yummy non-turkey dining. Later, Friday Night Supper Club is on at Blue Nile at the River Market (aggressively non-turkey dining, that). I hope to manage to sneak in a birthday present for the boy, who doesn't want a birthday party and so on and suchlike. I respect people's rights to not have a party, but it is very hard for me to consider not buying a present, for the gods' sakes. We'll see how it goes. Until next time, dear readers. :)