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Two Parties and Some Smurf

So I attended two parties recently.

The first, hosted by a scientist friend of OM's, who is heavily involved in "early music" (recorder, viola de gamba, etc), resembled a cartoon. In the living room, the early music guests embodied every stereotype: they all had frizzy hair and sported renaissance-inspired clothing. One guy, who introduced himself as "Joe, Harpsichord," wore a purple studded belt around his waist; his protruding belly had bust open a button on his top, exposing a contrasting undershirt. The musicians traded jokes punctuated by guffaws of laughter: "What do the Beatles and the London Symphony Orchestra have in common?" Snicker-filled pause. "Neither have played together in years!"

After a bit, OM and I ditched the early musicians in favor of the scientists, who had congregated in the kitchen to make excruciating small talk.

The host, a lovely and social guy, pattered around happily, distributing fancy homemade cake.

The second party was a much more festive event hosted by E., who knows an astonishing number of very outgoing people. This event was loud and crowded. There was space for dancing to contemporary dance music. (OM and I do not dance, so this was lost on us.) People socialized and mingled. I hung out with a few mutual friends, including AD, who I haven't seen in ages and who I learned instantly is heavily pregnant with her second child. Her belly protruded much in the same way as that of "Joe, Harpsichord," and yet she managed to keep it completely and tastefully under wraps.

Other than that, I don't have much to report. The only somewhat interesting news is that OM and I painted the entryway to my apartment, which used to be a blah pale blue and is now a color I can only describe as"Smurf-esque." It is a pretty and saturated hue, but I cannot escape the association.

Posted by Dori at 11:05 PM