Ceiling fans, stained glass, grey short-shorts, fourball fanzine t-shirt, hair in a bun, fine china, blue-backed fold-out chairs and three six-foot tables plopped end-to-end (thanks Caitlin), linen napkins, silverware and candelabras... check.
Throughout the two and a half years we've lived in this lil' carriage house we've often spoken of wanting to have an improptu 'sit down' dinner with our pals. Nothing fancy. No special occasion necessary. Just a whole lotta people sitting around the living room/makeshift banquet hall stuffing their faces and shooting the breeze while crappy little dogs skip around begging for scraps. Some real ye olde tyme quality time.
These past few months have been an uncertain time for us. If the Immigration Dept. chooses not to renew Tammy's visa... her life here in the US will be thrown into chaos. Suddenly an illegal alien, she'll be allowed back into the US for a short duration to gather her things before being heave-ho'd back to England.
No more bad puppies, no more weird art & video projects, no more damp fall walks through Elysian Park and Angelino Heights. No more SFV junk shops. No more exploding garage. No more armory of Kit Kat bars in the fridge. No more driving in flippy-floppies or getting lost on the freeways. No more random road trips to nowhere wherever...
So about five weeks ago we abruptly decided to rustle a Sunday dinner just as Tammy was gearing up to return to the UK for her visa interview at the US Embassy in London. Why? To take the edge off.
Gathering our pals around was nice. Like, real nice. Seventeen heavy bros all just ploppin' by to pick up forks and blab their faces off into the wee hours of the night.
Butchy, back from back-to-back tours of Japan and Eastern Europe. Sweet hat.
Monick checkin' his future-phone. Glow of the LCD bouncing off his glasses. Classic.
Strawberries. Pineapple. Jello. Mint. Weird gold fabric. Ice cream.
Luis, Coco is the coolest.
Kundo... Just tellin' it like it is.
Hi Ashley. It was great to see you outside of NYC for once in ten years.
The following night we had Round #2. A veritable heap of leftovers and new additions. Sarah, Tammy and Shellzbot, thanks for helping to prepare and eat it all. (You each look very nice/psychotic in this photo, fyi).
Hi Luis, nice sweater.
Two days later Tammy returned to London to wait for word from the embassy. She's been gone five weeks. Arrives home this afternoon. Happy to report her visa has been renewed for three years. In the scheme of things this is what's known as "very good news". :)
Essentially the point of this brrrog post is this: There are sure to be hard times and happiness ahead. Given the human condition this will always be so. Life is a ceaseless series of ups and down, ins and outs, good times and bad... that is, until it finally ceases. So make new memories worth having. Tell your people you love them. Make it actionable. Gathering our friends together for dinner that night was an effort to let them know we appreciate them and love the life and community we share together.
Perhaps saying this is too obvious or redundant. But oh well. I type these words now as much to remind myself.
Tammy, you are in the air right now flying over the ocean. I pick you up in three hours. Pizza Party and Mia are very bored, smell bad, and want to be fed and walked. My love/hate for these bubbas is at an all-time high.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Monick just called and says he's having dinner at his house with lots of pies, a turkey, and "Ben Hur" and "Sparticus" playing in rotation on the TV all day and night. You've arrived home just in time!
Happy Holiday Everybody!
*PS. Apologies if I sound like a robot jerk-beast in this post. I just realized I haven't had any coffee or food yet today. All this talk of life and photos of food is making me feel so hungry and weird.