So, Mark asked people to make a side to go with the sandwiches/wraps that was ordered so I made a version of pasta salad. Pasta with cherry tomatoes, pickled vegetables, summer sausage, sharp cheddar, black and green olives and creamy Italian dressing.
The spread of food, which also included other store bought potato and macaroni salads and homemade bacon baked beans and an assortment of chips, the sandwiches/wraps and Boston cream came came via Wegman’s Grocery Story, the tiny Gluten Free cake for the birthday boy came from Vegan Treats. Mark’s brother Eric is an imaginative mixologist and tea mixed with tequila placed on a 3M light turns the drink from blue to electric light purple. The party was a mix of 5 lesbians, 3 Gays, 2 Bi’s and 4 Straights. A lot of the people were antisocial. Everyone drank except for Jess and I. A lot of the conversation was about drinking. The highlights of the evening were Mark decided to have wind up toy races (the theme of the party was refusing to grow up, my buddy is also a huge Calvin and Hobbes fan) And I met someone at the party that writes and was interested in me reading their work on the podcast. I table hugged quietly (ate too many damn chips) for the three hours we were there. It was nice, there was some laughs. But with the weight gain I was on a bit of a downer and seeing a photo of myself the next day that the author posted on Facebook (my wife is still on Facebook), just made me ill and angry at myself from where I was a year ago. Jess and I ended the evening by seeing The Summer of Soul at The Frank Banko Alehouse Cinema. It was an interesting documentary about the Black Woodstock, it was a shame to experience that film within a sea a aging white hippies. There was one black girl in the audience.