Jeremy and Nick
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I want to catch you up on the party and on Nick and Nadine’s visit, but I also want to be the very embodiment of brevity. The longer I wait to recap in the flip front, the more likely I am to forget important details, like the fact that I spent last Friday afternoon watching a television program about imploding hotels in Las Vegas. You know, fun shit.
Anyway, I woke up Saturday to remember that I had forgotten to buy a coffee pot to replace the one I broke last summer. So Nick was forced to tromp out into the cold to fetch coffee from the shop a few blocks away while Nadine and I puttered around. After Nick returned, and they departed to have brunch with her brother, I hung around the apartment, made lists, waited for Kevin to call me so we could do party prep, watched cable. Kevin had to clean his apartment, and it wasn’t until the late afternoon, after Nick and Nadine returned, did I make it over to find the apartment pretty spotless. I would have loved to join Nick and Nadine for dinner at Iberico that night, but Kevin and I had ten pounds of lumpia to get, and a boyfriend (his, not mine) to pick up. Dropped the kids off, then up Lake Shore Drive (still one of my favorite ride ever) up to Uni-Mart for my confrontation with the teetotalling lumpia-rolling caterers.
Ten pounds of lumpia looks like a lot of food, even when it’s split into two five pound trays. I asked Kevin to look for San Miguel while I paid for the food. Alas, no beer, off we were to get Gabe. On the way back to the apartment, we had to have several pieces, just to make sure the lumpia came out okay. They were delicious, little fried bits of porky goodness. Stopped at Danny’s for beer (Pacifica, Corona, Negro Model), salsa, and delicious guacamole. I lit some candles, set up some chairs in the living room, and waited for guests to arrive.
Joe and Jacinda came with paper plates, napkins, and cups. Nick and Nadine arrived, with Sean and Michelle and their friend Jeremy. Michelle started making this cocktail with mango nectar and mango rum while more people arrived. Andrew, Kathy, Thom, Sean, Ryan, Dan, Erin, Sarah, Maria, Khloe and Jeff, Jeremy and Helen. People drank beers and ate lumpia, occasionally nipping out to the ice cold porch to smoke cigarettes.
People got drunk, including me. If it wasn’t the beers, it was the mango drink. Or if it wasn’t the mango stuff, it was the really great bottle of Champagne that Jeremy brought to toast Nick and Nadine’s engagement. People who had the mango stuff seemed to get really fucked up, myself included. I was all flushed and red. I was hopped up and talking animatedly and dancing around and having fun talking to people who got drunker than me. People gathered around the lumpia, or the beer, laughing and yelling and grabbing me to say hi or grab my ass. I’m friends with a lot of ass-grabbers, which is one of the many pleasant surprises of being friends with the people I know.
At some point, Nick tried to convince me that what I need to be wearing with my big rhinestone brooch was a cape. But alas, no. I impressed Gabe with the party playlists on my iPod — L’Trimm. Lisa Lisa. LL Cool J. When Michael Jackson’s “Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough” came on, everybody got up to dance in their socks. And then a mere few hours later, everybody was gone and I was home in my bed with Nick and Nadine snoring gently on the air mattress in the living room.
I woke up invigorated, but Nick and Nadine did not. They were severely hungover, and did not make it to Kevin’s to hang out until 4 in the afternoon. While they spent the morning and the better part of the afternoon vomiting in my toilet and lying on the cool linoleum of my bathroom floor, I cleaned Kevin’s apartment, took a shower, had breakfast and a spot of lunch, and took a brief nap. We spent their last night in town watching Iron Chef America (which fucking ruled, though I did miss “Desperate Housewives”) and eating Giordano’s.
The next day we got up for one last meal with Jeremy and their friend Cian. Jeremy talked animatedly about high threadcounts and flat-screen TVs over tacos at Arturo’s. I said goodbye to Nick and Nadine on the corner of Armitage of Western, then stumbled home to loaf around the apartment until Michelle and Sean picked me up for dinner at Lou Malnati’s. It was ass-cold, so I was grateful to Michelle’s mother for picking me up for the drive to Lincoln Park. Sean and Michelle spent the afternoon looking at Bond Chapel and the Atwood Cafe in the Hotel Burnham, talking about rental fees and catering menus. I won’t make an announcement, as it’s not mine to make anyway, but I expect to be getting a happy card in the mail from them very very soon.
“If I ever get off this couch, I’ll be unstoppable.” (Roseanne)
The Doobie Brothers – What A Fool Believes; The Smiths – Reel Around The Fountain (for Michael Jackson, natch); Bell Rays – Get On Thru; Led Zeppelin – Immigrant Song; The Beatles – You Never Give Me Your Money