Oh What a Night
Last night's party was a fascinating combination of good food, fun folks, dancing and the tireless playing of The Stacks. Dr. Cliff’s parties are always a good time. You never know just what the make up will be. Sometimes the atmosphere is dominated by old men who call everyone “baby” in the smoothest, most harmless manner and one bash featured two fire-eaters. Last night was a mix of good friends, hipsters, mid-city folk and a dash of 9th Ward.
The guests of honor were Cliff’s old friend Godfrey and his girlfriend, Babs. Having heard so much about Godfrey over the past five years, I was sure that he was imaginary. It turns out he’s a real person and I met Wagner too. Babs was great but mysteriously disappeared whenever the Bellydancing Monkey took the stage.
It was a good night of heated debates (that’s what I get for hanging out with lawyers), dancing girls, spicy potatoes and cupcakes (yeah KK!). I’m glad that I went. It’ll be a while before The Baby is up for crawfish.
The guests of honor were Cliff’s old friend Godfrey and his girlfriend, Babs. Having heard so much about Godfrey over the past five years, I was sure that he was imaginary. It turns out he’s a real person and I met Wagner too. Babs was great but mysteriously disappeared whenever the Bellydancing Monkey took the stage.
It was a good night of heated debates (that’s what I get for hanging out with lawyers), dancing girls, spicy potatoes and cupcakes (yeah KK!). I’m glad that I went. It’ll be a while before The Baby is up for crawfish.
2 Comments:
Don't thank me for the cupcakes...thank Mr Duncan Hines. He helped me realize that I can bake, even if it is from a mix, and not screw it up. Thanks, DH, you rock.
Don't thank me for the cupcakes...thank Mr Duncan Hines. He helped me realize that I can bake, even if it is from a mix, and not screw it up. Thanks, DH, you rock.
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