i said no, no, no!
the Amy Winehouse Beatification Society will now be adjourned.

good lord, what a weekend. i have no idea if the planets were specially aligned or if they put something in the water or maybe it was just the fact that the freakin' heat finally broke, but this place was OFF. THE. HOOK. and not just one day, but the entire weekend.

here's what i can scrape together from what's left of my memory:

friday i had a good workout and got my pre-party cooking done by, oh 6:30. that's when the trouble arrived in the person of trey. trey is one of my oldest friends and a pot-stirrer extraordinaire (we met sophomore year at auburn and are fraternity brothers and just generally partners in crime). we made g&t's then came eriK. then 'twon, jason, little robert, foreman, chris and chris. somehow i got everyone out of the house and to the heretic. at 1 a.m. and all those queens there were just plain wasted. i mean, really. the dj was throwing down some feee-yarce music including rhiannan's "jesus got the music." (i know, but humor me). cut to the 2:30a.m. roach lights and me banning people from my porch at 3.

somehow i got up and was out the door by 10:30, running errands for matt's 40th birthday bash. meg, connie, me and ms. b were hosting chez moi. the day was gorgeous, the fifth street relatively quiet and the chores dispensed with with ease. ms b came and went, delivering flowers, tables, cakes and good cheer. there's not much better in my book than getting ready to entertain. i'm an OSW that way, i guess (OSW=Old Southern Woman) and i've pretty much got it down to a T. but i digress.

this shot is me and tim o. good times. anyway, so the party started out slowly, like they always do. at some point it reached critical mass and became really, really fun. twas a big, diverse crowd, a nice reflection of matt's personality and friendships. highlights for me were having my neighbor jennifer there, shamara and crew, meg in dirty school-girl attire, matt having to be extracted around 12:30 and a certain shavey mchotterton magically appearing in my living room (this after a full summer of playing cat and mouse with the man....). here's dale exhibiting a poor choice in milnery (with philip and shamara in the background):

there's joel making love to cake along with the birthday boy (just prior to extraction), b and the ever-lovely christina, who was much fun too. and the kitchen shot says alot. somehow i got everyone out of the house by 1 and was coerced into going to the eagle. now, i thought we'd just walk, but no, we rode in brad's fancy schmancy mercedes convertible. imagine 100 hirsute bears on a patio heckling 4 somewhat preppy queens parking their benz in the lot below. it was funny. anyway, the real reason i went to the eagle was that the object of my desires was headed that way. it took me all of 11.5 minutes to extract him...

oh, how i love sunday morning spooning!

chapter 3 - sunday clean up.
ms b and the birthday boy came over about noon with bagels to help me clean up. surprisingly the mess was minimal and we even filled recycling bins, green citizens that we are. trey, bret-anne and klyph for some reason were on an exercise kick and stopped by on their bikes. that's when the drinking trouble began. connie arrived and we sat on the porch recanting the night's activities...till about 7. ufff. enough would have been enough, but eriK showed up and made bret and i accompany him to blake's. which was, predictably, off the hook. what the....?! i seem to remember thinking i was in ptown, trying meet everyone in the bar. i got home to messages about connie crawling through the dog door, the alarm going off, a reschedule date (when it rains, it apparently pours) and a "hey it was great seeing you last night/this morning" voicemail. and that, my friends, makes today's malaise 100% bearable.

photos courtesy of mrs. steve

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