Bridge and I thought we had only one friend... But Saturday midnight, while coming down the loft I realized we had rallied so many people together in our apartment, from everywhere! I screamed to Sam on the other side of the room "Hey Sam! What do you think? Now you're not my only friend!". Then he said he was actually impressed when he walked in, and my pride was legitimated. Never underestimate the power of a Costa Rican, when you don't have an army you develop an indecent amount of charm.
Now the party was a success. Sam was left with a mark on his face, Bridgette with burnt eyelashes, my white carpet with red wine stains, and Owen with a haircut. Yes, he thought it was a great idea to ask Bridgette to style his hair at 3am. The clean-up the next day was tragic.. but hey, good mess says good night! And the post-cleaning chinese+bad movie combo sealed a perfect first hosting experience.
Just a note, when I say bad movie, I really mean it. It was SAVE THE LAST DANCE 2.
ah! these are all the pictures people would've thrown out normally but they fit so well (especially the 2nd to last one)!
ReplyDeletei think the one with "shaky bastille" is very representative ;). at least that's how i felt the quartier through our apartment that night
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ReplyDeletehaha i thought you were making up comments by me to fake blog traffic and i thought 'that's cool, je m'en fous' but then i read the second one...anyways i love the line about lack of army=charm.
ReplyDeleteCan I suggest a reaally good bad movie for a 'tømmerhogger' day (I hope the danes taught you the necessities??): 'the family stone' w sarah jessica parker and crew. It's terribly TERRIBLY awkward (not in a good goofy sense) and it almost hurts to watch it (no wait, it does hurt), but hey -how good is it to hate and rage against when them lumberJs knock
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