People are assembled, milling around socializing, an older couple joins us and it turns out they are here for the dinner as well, but very quickly it becomes an odd variation on "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?," with the couple arguing with each other.
Her: You're embarrassing me.
Him: I don't care! (tries to sip Scotch and soda but is too infirm and can't really get a hold on the glass)
Her: I promise it will be fun.
Him: No!
Her: Don't yell at me. C'mon. Let's have a nice evening.
Him: You go. I'll wait.
Her: You know you can't be alone.
Him: Stop talking to me!
And so on.
And so on.
And so on.
At one point this man was sitting at a table and banging his head against it, like a severely mentally impaired person might. Thankfully, it was a 6-course meal with wine pairings. Praise wine! Hallelujah, because I was seated next to them and it was a long night of talking about things I can't even remember now.
And I spared you some details.
Not much else of note has happened of late, except for a jaunt to the OC with Lesley to see Steve and Nate, as Steve was here from Milwaukee and it had been far too long since we'd seen Mr. Nate. It was a lovely evening of food, drink, humming, and humiliating oneself by not being able to hum and so on.
But we look cute, no? Certainly not like people in their (gulp) mid-30s.
Oh, wait, there was also an insane drunken escapade with Tim that ended at 4:30 a.m. and then watching the Golden Globes at Matt's room at the Highland Gardens motel in Hollywood.
So ... much more has happened. And I remain mum on the drunken escapade. But it was very reminiscent of college--and Tim knows what I mean--as does anyone who went to Bennington.
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