10-Hour Potluck

Our potluck on Saturday was a rousing success. At least, I consider it such: Not every ol' potluck is 10 hours long! It began at 6 p.m. with Alex and I feverishly running around rearranging furniture and setting up the cheese cart (our rolling TV cart sans the TV, a brilliant move). It ended for me at 5 a.m. when my old roommate Sam and I fell asleep.

Highlights of the night:

• doing a shot of vodka before eating pickled herring
• having Ilina break our chair because she's so heavy
• walking into Alex's room to introduce a friend, only to be confronted with Rory and Sam singing show tunes at the top of their lungs

• chopping up Snickers bars with one of the three Steves at the party for "Aunt Connie's Snicker Salad" (extra King-sized Snickers, a byproduct of shopping at CostCo, were later handed out as party favors)

• giving 'Handsome Rob' a hairstyle makeover
• salsa dancing with my Sicilian pal Paolo when he arrived at midnight
• waking up Sunday to a phonecall from my friend Rebecca in Portland--she'd gotten engaged the night before

About 25 guests attended. Everyone had a shmashing time, and I'm already thinking ahead to when our next party should be. As Rob, Ilina, Mark and I said below, Na zdorovia!