14th Dec 2002
Paraskavedekatriaphobia
Friday the 13th was fun, even if it didn’t work out quite the way I’d hoped. That is, another stereo snafu, so the music wasn’t loud ever enough to get the dancing going, but it was a fun party, nonetheless. The usual mix of magyars, bloggers, gen expats, film makers, etc. And just as the Gregarious Vixen and E. stole half the party around 1am for the weekly Bulgar Dizsi ritual, reenforcements arrived and the party raged on for another few hours of polite conversation and drinking. And how often can you honestly say you spent half an hour chatting about TV and politics with Michael Jordan and Frankenstien in your own basement apartment in Harlem? (Actually, I have no recollection at all what we were talking about, other than Juila Childs.) Best part: lots of shrimp, booze and umbrellas left over.
Big huge apologies to one lovely blogger so recently transplated to NYC that I…what can I say, forgot. Really wish I’d read email yesterday afternoon, but you’re always welcome.
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