Hours ago, friends gathered at the Sharma-Schorr-Chimene-Weiss (and Jamie!) household for food and conversation. It smelled so orgiastic (Fitzgerald) in the kitchen, I had to sample some creations (Meara and Nicole's ziti con sundried tomates, saucisson, y cebollas caramelizadas and Matt's google I mean koogle) at 7:22, though the party didn't officially start until 8:00. By the time the guests came beaming in with bags o' beer, I was ready for a post-dinner perambulation.
Highlight: Mutt and Jack singin' and actin' "Moses Supposes His Toeses are Roses"
followed promptly by this:
followed by this:
Tonight the company was top-notch. AND! Nicole and Matt will come back from their parties and hop into bed with me!
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