Summer's Going Away Party

[mallorys_camera]

The dinner party was a smashing success. The roast was perfection; Grandma Fiore smiled from heaven at the ziti; my one improvised dish – brussel sprouts with bacon in a sauce made of olive oil and maple syrup – was much, much better than it sounds. Everyone stayed till 11. Summer had to be dragged out crying. No trauma involved in the making of those tears: She was genuinely moved. Nobody ever made a fuss over her when she was growing up.

Spring found a job! Some Chinese physicians in Flushing are putting together a Chinese PPO, which I suspect is illegal (though I didn’t tell Spring this), and they hired him to help with the business development. That means his hat gets thrown into the H1 visa lottery.

The H1 visa lottery is incredibly weird. Every year, the gigantic pharmaceutical companies essentially buy H1 lottery chances, which leaves a disproportionately smaller number for lesser businesses. But we’ll keep our fingers crossed.



I tottered off to bed but, of course, I couldn’t sleep. Thus I was forced to watch Escape to Witch Mountain until the wee hours of the morning. When you think about it, Escape to Witch Mountain is a deeply weird movie, plus the little girl grew up to be one of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, you know, the one who’s always getting busted for shoplifting at Target and being intervened upon because apparently she’s now a staggering, shitfaced, falling-on-her-ass drunk – that’s what childhood as a Disney star will do to you.

Speaking of shitfaced – I woke up this morning feeling incredibly hungover. Which is odd because I don’t remember drinking that much.

Shortly I will try to remedy this hangover by going out and exercising in the (ulp) 60-degree weather.

I also need to subsist on nourishing broths, dry biscuits, and balsamic vinegars over the next few days since I’m feeling quite bloated.

It’s horribly grey and overcast, and has been for days, but nobody but an orchid can complain that it’s too cold.

Comments

[bb-lurks.livejournal.com]

It must have been terrific, because it sounds great. (I would have used butter).


Wagner's music is better than it sounds.
- Mark Twain's Autobiography (re-quoting humorist Edgar Wilson "Bill" Nye)

[mallorys-camera.livejournal.com]

The olive oil actually worked. Though I'm not sure it would have worked with any other veggie but brussel sprouts.

I thought of inviting you and the beauteous Claudia to this soiree, but I didn't think you were in Kerhonkson or that, if you were, you'd want to drive across the river.

[bandicoot.livejournal.com]

Damn - I had no idea that was the same Kim Richards - I thought they just had the same name ;/

Sure sounds like a nice dinner party :)

[immemor.livejournal.com]

Escape from Witch Mountain: Way to kill a childhood crush! Anything else you want to tell me? Maybe Jan Brady’s voting for Trump? Or maybe Penny Robinson dismantled the Robot when no one was looking.

Looks like a fun time. Yay for beautiful weather and good food and fun people.

[bel-ebat.livejournal.com]

but nobody but an orchid can complain that it’s too cold.

I love that line! :)

[mallorys-camera.livejournal.com]

Except Kim Richards, 50-something dipsomaniac, still looks kinda like Kim Richards, freckled eight-year-old with adorable overbite, no? I mean more than most 50-somethings look like their eight-year-old selves.

[mallorys-camera.livejournal.com]

Ah! Not a fan of Bravo reality TV series, I see.

[mallorys-camera.livejournal.com]

:-)

[immemor.livejournal.com]

I haven't even seen Mad Men and Fargo yet.

[bandicoot.livejournal.com]

She doesn't look at all like the young Kim to me, which is why I guess I hadn't realized they were the same person. I wasn't really aware of what her current history was, as I don't have cable and have never seen the show. She just struck me as sad and sort of used up.