Come Together
Last night after watching Bound and then holding an informal discussion comparing and contrasting that film's lesbian sex scenes with those of Mulholland Drive, Teddy declared our home--over all the homes he's couch-crashed at over the past week--the best place to go for lesbian sex drama. My little heart nearly burst with pride because even though being crowned Lesbian Sex Drama House is perhaps a dubious distinction depending on your personal tastes, this is the first time my home has ever been the best place to go for anything, except that maybe my old apartment had the best bathroom acoustics, meaning that if you ever wondered what someone's "private" sounds were like, all you had to do was bring them up to Chez Leah.
So, for the three nights he stayed with us (and brought us cheeseburgers and burritos made to order!), it was fun to play host and hostess, serving up a nighttime honey martini in the fancy tall glass and morning coffee in the mug I actually kind of stole from Teddy's house several years ago. In preparation of his visit, I even located a matching towel and washcloth set for him, and let me tell you, it took all my willpower not to wrap the bath linens in a big bow and place them tenderly in a basket with a scented candle and a lavender-stuffed sleep mask, because that would just prove to him I have indeed gone off the deep end of earnest domesticity, even more so than when I told him I was busy making a salad for dinner and he thought I was joking because Leah + salad - fast-food drive-thru window does not compute. I was actually a little disappointed that he hadn't forgotten his toothbrush on this trip, because I was prepared with a small army of extra guest brushes, not to mention the wee little tube of toothpaste I brought back from our pasteless/gelless/liquidless flight from London to SF.
The point is that it was cool to have someone to perform Hostess for, and I'm now looking forward with even more excitement to the idea of a housewarming party, which we've talked about holding sometime after the first of the year. Nothing has been officialy planned yet, but I have fantasies that maybe we could hold it in February and maybe it could be a Valentine's party and maybe, just maybe, it could be a smash and we could make it an annual event and thereby become the Valentine's Day Party-Throwing Couple in our group of friends. Because we are all about The Love, lesbian and otherwise.
The thing is, we don't really have a group of friends (lesbian or otherwise), just a few scattered pockets of people we know from different places--work, band, the internet, the past--and one of the reasons we'd like to have a housewarming party in the first place is to try bringing all of those people together to show off all Simon's neat stuff see if these far-flung personalities can click and gel. Because I am the queen of being paranoid about the mere possibility of social awkwardness, I hate to think I could be orchestrating an event rife with social-awkwardness potential, and that's why historically I've compartmentalized my contacts and never really attempted to merge them into one big happy conglomorate. God forbid everyone I know doesn't absolutely love each other to pieces, right?
Just last night, however, I was reminded of perhaps my greatest success in this friend-mixing thing. I called Teddy and found him three free beers deep at the pub where my (work) friend Wm moonlights as a bartender. They first met in April 2004, and although they've only crosssed paths at a few random events here and there, it warmed the cockles of my cold November rain heart to hear that they were chatting and drinking and passing the time together independent of me, and in many ways, my having made this platonic match is almost better than having made a romantic one because the likelihood of these two splitting up in a flurry of hateful words and clothes tossed out second-story windows is slim.
Call me crazy, but that one success is enough to found all my hostessing hopes and dreams on, yes? I mean, what could go wrong? It's not like I know a lot of opinionated, confrontational, defensive show-off types, EXCEPT I DO. But it will be fine. Fine fine fine. And not everyone judges the hostess by the company she keeps, EXCEPT THEY DO. Failing all else, at least I have Simon, who is my opposite when it comes to social events (see: not at all awkward or paranoid). If worst comes to worst, I can always hide under the bed with my pack of fresh toothbrushes and leave him to the serve up the honey martinis and the lesbian sex drama.
What are the odds of us Canucks getting an invite? :)
How this:
Dear Canadians,
Please come to our party.
Cordially yours,
Leah and Simon
Remember how I said I was going to go to Vegas for my mini-holiday? Well, change of plans...I'm totally going to Cali for your housewarming party!
Amanda,
We would love to have you. Really.
-Simon.
But only if you promise not to say "Cali" ever again.
Yay!! Party at Leah and Simon's house!!!
What's wrong with "Cali"? :)
And can I bring Steve? I think he would like to dry hump all of Simon's cool amps and guitars and musical intruments. Then they could jam.
Please tell me more about the honey martinis.
Jonniker beat me to it but maybe two requests will get us your recipe for the honey martini? What if I say pretty please?
I used to throw the best parties, but only by accident. And by "best" I mean in a just-out-of-college, four-kegger kind of way. The soirees were judged by how many light fixtures were broken or how many girls peed in my back yard. Good times.
Wish I could come to your partay, but I'll be a father twice over by then. I'm not as much fun as I once was ... *sniff*
Jonniker stole my comment. I am not able to go to bed until I know the ingredients in a deliciously delicious honey martini.
(Also: what is up with your legions of Canadian fans?)
If I bring my uber-cute and precocious children, can I come to the love fest? It's the day before Christopher's birthday and everything. And Sophie loves a party. Any party.
But mostly, I also want more information re: honey martinis.
All this mention of honey martinis is making me wish for something more than honey in my tea this morning. Please post martini recipe soon so I can hit the liquor store on my way home this evening.
T-bone, I also was known for great parties (years ago now), all of the high school folks (and their new college friends) would get together around New Years when everyone was back in town and much debauchery would ensue.
(memories!)
The hubby and I have been planning an LA to San Franciso roadtrip for (hopefully) next spring... but you probably don't want to wait that long for your housewarming party. :)
(apparently I have parenthesis disease this morning)
i too worry about the mixing of friends from different social circles. but give it a try. you never know, it could be fun and everyone could have a blast. just think, you and simon might not have ever met had you not being mixered in a blender.