Weekend Report

Or... My so-called fabulous life.

I haven't done a weekend report in a while.

Friday Night Report: Having been pumped full of antibiotics, I felt well enough to venture out into the world. We went to a tree trimming party at A and D's place. Gorgeous huge house in Las Palmas. It gave me a serious case of house envy. Apparently they bought the place 6 years ago for a fucking SONG. The late 80's and 90's were some pretty hard times for Palm Springs. You could get property at laughable prices. Let's just say a house that sells for $750K today was available for around $75-100K 5-10 years ago. Twitch.

When we arrived, it was a good sized crowd of mostly older folks (and I mean older... Metamucil much?) that I'd never met before. But slowly the usual mod-com suspects pulled in and before I knew it, there were 40-50 people I knew there.

It was great to see everyone. For some reason, this year the mod-com social circuit has fallen off from the whirlwind booze cruises of years past. Perhaps the cost of vodka has made it impractical to regularly entertain this crowd anymore.

The buffet was amazing - Lamb chops, pork tenderloin, grapefruit souffle (who knew?). The only downside to the evening was the host's 9 year old monster beast child. As a barren lesbian I have no place to criticize anyones child rearing methods, but good lord, if I had ever behaved so badly, my mother would have grabbed me by the ear and sent me away to school. Wait, she actually did that ... never mind.

Anyway, at one point in the evening, this kid was flat out tearing around the party with her buddy waving a 3 foot rubber snake playing tag or something, running into people and spilling drinks when THE ACCIDENT happened.

In their ADD sugar induced frenzy, the two kids knocked over a 4 foot holiday planter (that appeared to be hand made by our hostess), sending it crashing down into the sunken living room. Thankfully, there were no injuries, only minor breakage. But as the stunned crowd gaped in silent horror, the beast child let out a blood curdling scream that I swear you could hear 4 blocks away and made my ears bleed.

"MOMMMMMMMM! ... MOMMMMMMMM! ... I DIDUNT DO IT!"

Which of course she did, but we were all in shock and completely frozen in place. Mom came a-running and quickly locked the beast child in a closet or something because she was conspicuously absent the rest of the evening. And slowly my hearing came back.

Saturday Night Report: We'd made plans to meet Rich and MJS (and possibly Erb) at Wang's, a great new rest/bar that recently opened, around 8:00. There was an ADC lecture at the museum that a lot of people we knew were attending but that we opted out of because, well... yawn. I didn't want to sit through it.

Upon entering the restaurant, we discovered that everyone who went to the lecture had decided to also join us for dinner. I hadn't planned on dinner, it was just going to be a couple of drinks, I thought, but there we were - 15 people looking for a table at 8:00 on Saturday night at the new hotspot with no reservation. Ooops. They said the wait would be 45 mins to an hour and as we got into a few rounds of cocktails the crowd slowly thinned until by the time we were to be seated, I think there were maybe six people left. Ooops2. We skipped out and went home. Ooops3. Restaurants hate that. That's a good way to get on their shit list.

Sunday Report: As noted below, I was greeted by the beautiful sight of a 20' U-Haul across the street. Spent most of the day watching football, spying on the neighbors and hanging more xmas lights. Then we ordered pizza and watched Survivor. Go Sandra! Woot! Lill - you're a fucking idiot. But that's nothing we didn't already know.

Now... Hmmm. Where did I put that sledgehammer? I can't wait! I think I'll set up a little sub domain to track our renovation progress.