Chapter 282: I Could Have Baked All Night or... Two Parties Two Few
Jarett and Shana goofing off
Last night was amazing. I got a chance to seem over thirty friends from all my different social circles that exist up in the MSP at two different parties hosted by two of my favorite people Hans and Shana. Truth be told, I ended up double dipping over at Shana's after a stop there for an hour or two, I picked up Molly and Laura and headed over to Hans and April's and saw a bunch of friends that I graduated with as well as their little munchkin, Soren (sorry Hans, I can't get the oomlau over the 'o').
Anyhow after a couple of hours there we all headed back over to Shana's after hearing a couple of people who were heading out of town were going to be over there. Long story short, I didn't get home until 4 in the morning after playing a bit of cabbie but had a wonderful time. Oh, and Shana and I baked some of Jessie Z's Banana Nut Bread (from the t-shirt of the same name) before the party blew up.
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Design Center Poetry (remotely) for 21 December (thanks Ruth)
I have written letters that are failures, but I have written few, I think, that are lies. Trying to reach a person means asking the same question over and again: Is this the truth, or not? I began this letter to you, then, in the western tradition. If I understand it, the western tradition is: Put your cards on the table.
This is easier, I think, when your life has been tipped over and poured out. things matter less; there is the joy of being less polite, and of being less-not more--careful. We can say everything.
Although maybe not. Like in fishing? The lighter the line, the easier it is to get your lure down deep. Having delivered myself of the manly analogy, I see it to be not a failure, but a lie. How can I possibly put an end to this when it feels so good to pull sounds out of my body and show them to you.
--from "Tumble Home" by Amy Hempel