16th Dec 2007
Party Fun
Adi and I have a history of throwing fun parties. I can think of at least two marriages, with four kids between them, that can trace their hook-up to one of our parties.
I don’t know the marriage count yet, but last night’s shindig was in good keeping with tradition. By 10pm, we had the usual doubts as to whether this party would ever quite take off, as there were only 6 guests an hour after the scheduled start.Compounding the anxiety were a week’s warnings of the onslaught of a massive Nor’Easter due at midnight.
By midnight, the weather was confirmed by sleet, but enough of our guest list stayed true to the party spirit, and the joint was officially jumping.
I’m not sure what time we formally cranked the dance music and moved the coffee table into the bedroom (by coincidence, I landed on the CD that begins with Salt ‘n’ Pepa’s “Let’s Get This Party Started”) — maybe 1ish — but the dancing ran pretty solidly for 2-3 hours. TBone plaid backup DJ but ultimately came to trust the funkitude of the house mixes. The one bummer was the usual: my speakers are better than my receiver, and the latter takes frequent breaks, typically at the crescendo of an ass-shattering groove. Thankfully, a quick reboot rectified this deficiency , picking up at nearly the same spot in the song. TBone wisely observed this was an excellent opportunity for an Xmas gift: a new receiver (hint, hint).
The crowd included the usual mix of mix of artists and East Europeans, and what it lacked in bloggerati it made up for in would-be Googlers.
A highlight was the 45 minute ukulelaoke jam, a dozen or so of us singing and me strumming my solid body Japanese Eleuke with the fabulous Roland Micro-CUBE amp in our funky little utility room.
The best of the night for me, though, was sledding for 45 min with two colleagues at 4am on slushy hills behind Grant’s Tomb. Of the many grades and slopes we tried, the most thrilling by far was a steep hill that shot you across a southbound stretch of Riverside Drive Tiemann Place
I only thought to pull out the camera after that, for the remaining stragglers, predictably mostly East Euros, plus the crazy Israeli. Somewhere in there, we busted out the vinyl collection.
The evening ended with Adi and I alone at 6am dancing the robot dance to Kraftwerk’s “The Robot’s,” off The Man-Machine (which may have been the first album I ever bought with my own money). “That’s marriage,” Adi said this morning at the recollection. I left her dancing alone to Trans-Europe Express and went to bed.
If you were invited and skipped it, you missed out on fun. But there’s always next time.
Oh, and if any readers are gluttons for party photos, here are shots from the company holiday party.
Happy Holidays!
Adi and I have a history of throwing fun parties. I can think of at least two marriages, with four kids between them, that can trace their hook-up to one of our parties.
I don’t know the marriage count yet, but last night’s shindig was in good keeping with tradition. By 10pm, we had the usual doubts as to whether this party would ever quite take off, as there were only 6 guests an hour after the scheduled start.Compounding the anxiety were a week’s warnings of the onslaught of a massive Nor’Easter due at midnight.
By midnight, the weather was confirmed by sleet, but enough of our guest list stayed true to the party spirit, and the joint was officially jumping.
I’m not sure what time we formally cranked the dance music and moved the coffee table into the bedroom (by coincidence, I landed on the CD that begins with Salt ‘n’ Pepa’s “Let’s Get This Party Started”) — maybe 1ish — but the dancing ran pretty solidly for 2-3 hours. TBone plaid backup DJ but ultimately came to trust the funkitude of the house mixes. The one bummer was the usual: my speakers are better than my receiver, and the latter takes frequent breaks, typically at the crescendo of an ass-shattering groove. Thankfully, a quick reboot rectified this deficiency , picking up at nearly the same spot in the song. TBone wisely observed this was an excellent opportunity for an Xmas gift: a new receiver (hint, hint).
The crowd included the usual mix of mix of artists and East Europeans, and what it lacked in bloggerati it made up for in would-be Googlers.
A highlight was the 45 minute ukulelaoke jam, a dozen or so of us singing and me strumming my solid body Japanese Eleuke with the fabulous Roland Micro-CUBE amp in our funky little utility room.
The best of the night for me, though, was sledding for 45 min with two colleagues at 4am on slushy hills behind Grant’s Tomb. Of the many grades and slopes we tried, the most thrilling by far was a steep hill that shot you across a southbound stretch of
I only thought to pull out the camera after that, for the remaining stragglers, predictably mostly East Euros, plus the crazy Israeli. Somewhere in there, we busted out the vinyl collection.
The evening ended with Adi and I alone at 6am dancing the robot dance to Kraftwerk’s “The Robot’s,” off The Man-Machine (which may have been the first album I ever bought with my own money). “That’s marriage,” Adi said this morning at the recollection. I left her dancing alone to Trans-Europe Express and went to bed.
If you were invited and skipped it, you missed out on fun. But there’s always next time.
Oh, and if any readers are gluttons for party photos, here are shots from the company holiday party.
Happy Holidays!
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