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I've just come back from a twenty-fifth anniversary party thrown by two friends-- seventy people in their home. A friend did the cooking, a daughter-in-law washed the dishes, and wall to wall people ate, drank soda, and talked.
If you didn't want to nibble the cheese, dip veggies into two different dips, spread salmon spread on crackers, eat chicken wings, pasta salad or garbanzo salad-- then you could take a handful of candied walnuts. And if you like something hot--small meatballs smothered in tomato sauce looked perfect and whenever the cover of the pan was lifted a delectable aroma escaped into the room. When small quiches and spinach squares wrapped in sheets of thijn pastry were brought out they only lasted for minutes.
A large bowl of colorful M & Ms, plates of cookies, mini pastries, and strawberries waited for guests who had filled up on the other food. I must admit to tasting everything save the mini pastries.
For over two hours I spoke to people about the newest movies, hiking the knive's edge at Katahdan Mountain, gentrification in the Bronx, the state of women in Israel and the problem of the ultra- orthodox's increasing demands, web design, a transgendered woman who came out to her drama group, fiction courses at Grub Street, catering, the Patriots, the possibility of another super bowl party, extreme risk taking, climbing up and down Shasta Mountain in one day, and the up and coming book club meeting.
We didn't talk about the upcoming election, politics, the right, the left, Iran, Iraq, the recession, poverty. We didn't mention John 3:16, or Islam. We didn't mention free will or original sin. We never spoke of the future save for noting that each day lasted longer before it dropped into dark.
When we left we listened to the host tell us how she loved to mix all the groups from different parts of their lives--
It worked, but I did only speak to people I knew!
If you didn't want to nibble the cheese, dip veggies into two different dips, spread salmon spread on crackers, eat chicken wings, pasta salad or garbanzo salad-- then you could take a handful of candied walnuts. And if you like something hot--small meatballs smothered in tomato sauce looked perfect and whenever the cover of the pan was lifted a delectable aroma escaped into the room. When small quiches and spinach squares wrapped in sheets of thijn pastry were brought out they only lasted for minutes.
A large bowl of colorful M & Ms, plates of cookies, mini pastries, and strawberries waited for guests who had filled up on the other food. I must admit to tasting everything save the mini pastries.
For over two hours I spoke to people about the newest movies, hiking the knive's edge at Katahdan Mountain, gentrification in the Bronx, the state of women in Israel and the problem of the ultra- orthodox's increasing demands, web design, a transgendered woman who came out to her drama group, fiction courses at Grub Street, catering, the Patriots, the possibility of another super bowl party, extreme risk taking, climbing up and down Shasta Mountain in one day, and the up and coming book club meeting.
We didn't talk about the upcoming election, politics, the right, the left, Iran, Iraq, the recession, poverty. We didn't mention John 3:16, or Islam. We didn't mention free will or original sin. We never spoke of the future save for noting that each day lasted longer before it dropped into dark.
When we left we listened to the host tell us how she loved to mix all the groups from different parts of their lives--
It worked, but I did only speak to people I knew!
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