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Jul. 13th, 2008 11:23 pmI am lucky lucky lucky. And totally in love with my friends right now.
I had perfect weather today -- not too hot, sunny, breezy. And I had lovely and amazing people come to my house to sit outside in said weather and help me eat 100 pieces of fried chicken. These said people brought their desserts and sidedishes made with love, their delicious pies from stores, their bottles of wine and beer and cider, and their charm. Some people brought me an amazing birthday card art piece involving a typewritten story based on my name, a turquoise earring, and an International Male model. Some people brought -- on their bike with a trailer! -- a giant cooler of sodas and ice. Some people (like the one I live with) commissioned homemade empanadas from her co-worker, helped procure the above-referenced chicken, as well as other general hosting duties like sending people home with leftovers and cleaning up the kitchen afterwards. Everyone was gone by 9:15 pm and all that is left is some flattened grass, a (still) sparkling clean apartment, and a fridge stuffed with goodies.
And one friend took some stellar shots of the first half of the picnic. (The second half of the picnic featured about dozen or more people, dimmer lighting as the sun set, and a lot more chicken bones and empty beverage cans.)
I had perfect weather today -- not too hot, sunny, breezy. And I had lovely and amazing people come to my house to sit outside in said weather and help me eat 100 pieces of fried chicken. These said people brought their desserts and sidedishes made with love, their delicious pies from stores, their bottles of wine and beer and cider, and their charm. Some people brought me an amazing birthday card art piece involving a typewritten story based on my name, a turquoise earring, and an International Male model. Some people brought -- on their bike with a trailer! -- a giant cooler of sodas and ice. Some people (like the one I live with) commissioned homemade empanadas from her co-worker, helped procure the above-referenced chicken, as well as other general hosting duties like sending people home with leftovers and cleaning up the kitchen afterwards. Everyone was gone by 9:15 pm and all that is left is some flattened grass, a (still) sparkling clean apartment, and a fridge stuffed with goodies.
And one friend took some stellar shots of the first half of the picnic. (The second half of the picnic featured about dozen or more people, dimmer lighting as the sun set, and a lot more chicken bones and empty beverage cans.)
