Wednesday, September 13, 2006
The Cards Are Laid Out on the Table
There was a time not so long ago that my friends and I had dinner parties about once a month, long affairs where people would get very drunk and talk about their personal lives or lack of them. The later the hour, the more despondent the talk and since I don't cook, I took to making drinks and eating what other people prepared, dishes I would have never dreamed existed -- champagne chicken with grapes, grapefruit in a salad, beef and curried rice adorned with a side of lentils. I always thought I ate a lot at these shindigs until I read one of my ex-boyfriend's potrayal of it in a magazine where he described me drinking and not eating (I believe the implication was that I was moderately alcoholic and anorexic, not an exact quote), my friends as dysfunctional retard losers (exact quote), and himself as never getting a decent meal at home (the truth).
At night the shadows grow long, people bring out tarot cards, try to see the future. The guards go down, the cards are laid out on the table. Sometimes if the food is really good, it makes a second appearance. The booze has never gone away. If someone remembers to buy them, we bring out the shot glasses made of godiva chocolate and we toast with these and eat the remains. The sweetness changes everything and makes it seem good and right, even when the future is murky, the omens less than auspicious. Its sweetness transports us to another time, a time not mentioned in any magazine. We tell each other that it's been fun and leave believing it.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Loading mercury with a pitchfork/ your friends stare at you in amazement." Richard Brautigan
Mercury with a Pitchfork
1 godiva chocolate shot glass
Benedictions and Maledictions
An address to the very Reverend's question about guns -- household use is as Bonnie suggest -- for intruders.