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Aug. 17th, 2008
Oh hey, I haven't written about party yet
Aug. 17th, 2008 03:02 pmSo two nights ago was Chris Hughes's belated B-day party at his parents' small castle as usual. Adam and I went in costume - mine was this:
I asked my mother about it yesterday and she tells me that my grandmother made the costume for my great-grandmother back around 1960. Alas, I have no picture of Adam's gloriously Victorian outfit. He even had spats!
Much of the party was conversation, but some of it was the pool, and some was pool (the game), and some was alcohol and some was food, and I brought an Alec Guinness movie (The Captain's Paradise). And there were Legos. I had a nice, short talk with Jeff and I had some fun playing with Nyah.
The night was beautiful. A girl named Julia (who I kept thinking of as Juliette) was taking lovely photos of everything. I'm rather thoroughly impressed with her photography, actually, particularly some shots she snapped of the clouds and the moon. (And I must admit my narcissism, some of the pictures she snapped of me.) The air was warm and pleasant, so the hour was never obvious and I stayed up nearly all the night. Perhaps half an hour was devoted to sleep under the pool table, but I was quite awake again before dawn, which I greeted with a song.
It was a lovely time. As usual at such parties, our host was a very good host, so I think I shall have to take other opportunites to spend time with him again soon. But I had a great time.
I asked my mother about it yesterday and she tells me that my grandmother made the costume for my great-grandmother back around 1960. Alas, I have no picture of Adam's gloriously Victorian outfit. He even had spats!
Much of the party was conversation, but some of it was the pool, and some was pool (the game), and some was alcohol and some was food, and I brought an Alec Guinness movie (The Captain's Paradise). And there were Legos. I had a nice, short talk with Jeff and I had some fun playing with Nyah.
The night was beautiful. A girl named Julia (who I kept thinking of as Juliette) was taking lovely photos of everything. I'm rather thoroughly impressed with her photography, actually, particularly some shots she snapped of the clouds and the moon. (And I must admit my narcissism, some of the pictures she snapped of me.) The air was warm and pleasant, so the hour was never obvious and I stayed up nearly all the night. Perhaps half an hour was devoted to sleep under the pool table, but I was quite awake again before dawn, which I greeted with a song.
It was a lovely time. As usual at such parties, our host was a very good host, so I think I shall have to take other opportunites to spend time with him again soon. But I had a great time.
A guy just sat next to me on BART who looked a LOT like Jeff. He even dressed the same way, but had longer hair and larger hands and walked somewhat differently. When I noticed he was reading the Silmarillon, I considered striking up a conversation with him, but was a little too weirded out by the rest of it.