I swam to my friend Joe’s 29th birthday party on Saturday night during a record rainfall and it was worth it.
He and his wife have this Central District house circa the 1920s and it’s both cute and huge. It took me awhile to get there due to the rain and as I approached there was a cop flashing blue and red parked right outside. I was thinking ‘please don’t let the party be over already,’ but luckily it was just some s.o.l. sap getting pulled over and no relation to my evening. Bad luck for him with his knit cap and circumstantial contrition, because he wouldn’t be sampling any of my fabulous hors d’oeuvre.
I brought caramelized onion dip, which is becoming sort of my go-to thing to bring. I make it from whichever recipe comes up first when I Google, and that day it was Food Network’s Caramelized Onion Dip. Next time I make it I would probably double the amount of onions and cut the pepper to maybe half. It was still really delicious and very popular, as were the Ruffles potato chips, which I was embarrassed to bring, but apparently people love them.
I met some cool aspiring authors, one of whom told me that a woman he knows just got $500,000 for her debut novel. By that time I had had a delish homebrew that Joe had crafted and some chardonnay, but I’m pretty sure this now-rich author’s from Seattle and that her book is about either angles or devils. I will report back on this.
I also caught up with my friend Chris Burlingame who left his gig at Three Imaginary Girls and then met with spectacular success with his own Another Rainy Saturday, which after only six months has already been acknowledged by the Village Voice and the BBC.
I adore my writer friends old and new. Thrilling!
After all that I came home in soaked pants to a small lake in my living room. Isn’t that always the way.