Some parties are epic events meant to commemorated for years to come by future generations. Their guest lists are long and they last into the wee hours of the morning. Other parties are more intimate affairs but are, nonetheless, epic. This is the story of one those parties.
Last Saturday evening I went to what may have been... dare I say it... the best party ever. Tom, Chris, Roland, Berto, Julie and myself gathered at Roland's house to sit on his deck, drink wine and enjoy a barbecue. So what made it the best party ever? At risk of sounding arrogant, I have to say that it was our brilliance. The energy was sparkling and our wit had never been so sharp. A couple of quotes from the party follow:
"That bartender is like a combination of the movies Cocktail and My Left Foot."
"Happy and Slurry... those are my favorite of the Seven Dwarfs."
Okay, so maybe you had to be there, but trust me when I say that it was all very, very clever. In addition to fancying ourselves the next generation of the Algonquin Round Table, we ate. Boy, did we eat. Perfectly grilled chicken, pork, skirt steak and lamb, along with zucchini, pineapple and roasted garlic. We also grilled corn on the cob, but we all were full by the time that was done.
At about 9 p.m., we took the party on the road and continued our revelry at a nearby bar, but unfortunately, the wine made me tired, and that, in turn, made me a little crabby. So I took leave of the bar earlier than my friends and was home by about 10:30. It was okay, though, because a bar is just a bar, while our gathering on Roland's deck... Well, that was the best party ever.