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Thursday, September 24, 2015
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Sunday, September 13, 2015
2:55am · Boston, MA
Joey did his part to knock out the eight or nine bottles of wine. So I put my none-too-steady husband to bed, assuming he'd be asleep in minutes.
I set about putting away leftover cheeses, covering olives, closing bottles of tonic, organizing the empties...when I heard an exuberant voice say "Red velvet cake!"
Joey was up again. He had gotten himself a fork, and was doing some naked post-party drunken cake eating.
You know what, guys? He's never boring.
We'd intended to prepare only legit retro party food, but we chickened out once we looked into it. As it happens, party food was gag-inducingly loathesome in the 60s and 70s. Pimento olives made far too much of a showing. Entirely too much ham and gelatin was involved, shaped into something truly diabolical. Everything was formed into a mold or a loaf of some kind.
Friends don't serve friends "molds."
As a nod towards the theme, we prepared shrimp cocktail, a cheese fondue and deviled eggs, but mostly we just re-named better, edible food in a Mel Torme-theme. The maiden punch in my new punch bowl was dubbed "Velvet Fog," and my delightful salad with baby greens, dried cranberries and walnuts was "Mountain Greenery." Joe made a less tacky, more updated champagne & brie "fondue-bee-doo-bee-doo."
I think Joe might have recruited a few new Velvet Fog converts.∎
|One of the slides I made.|
The "slide show" was just the Apple TV idle screen
sourcing a set of photos on the drive.
These info cards rotated in between fun pictures of the Velvet Fog
at all ages, singing, playing drums and just generally cavorting.
Friday, September 11, 2015
Thursday, September 10, 2015
|All the Queen's Men|
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
I've read several articles over the past few weeks about "high end glut."All over Boston they're in the process of adding over 2000 new high-end rental units, which are NOT getting rented, meanwhile regular folks are struggling to make rent in ordinary family neighborhoods.
Anyone have $2360 to rent a 400 sq ft studio in The Continuum? That's the new "high end" mixed-use building opening soon in Allston, on a busy corner overlooking a gas station, an old dry cleaners, a Dunkin Donuts and a 7-11.
Talking about it with friends, I was saying that a possible attraction would be the handy 66, 70 and 86 bus stops practically at the front door, but someone pointed out that this place will have a free shuttle bus to and from Harvard Square.∎
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