Whell. I'm still here at the barn, typing on Joel's computer because mine is in use - Alyssa is still working on her IT paper, whose unfinished state is the reason that we aren't rapidly approaching Baltimore right now. We'll get there, it will just take a bit of time. She came over last night (after midnight?) to deposit stuff, left promptly again to access paper from network, then returned and hung out at the party a bit and slept. She got up at 5 i guess but the paper's still not done. okay.

The party last night was fun, definitely a success, even though a lot of folks I was hoping to see didn't come. It was mostly Nori-folk, especially towards the beginning; her quintet members (inc. Camilla, such a belligerent drunk, she left without her shoes), Jack, Dan Blim, Paul, EJ, Olivia and Chris Keary (who asked me about WIWC and other music stuff) and so on. Brief cameos from Ben and Jedd. Elena, Jessie. Sarah Kelly showed up with a freshman Paul whom I'd never seen, and I didn't believe him when he said he was living in this apartment next year, but apparently it's true. Skelly urged me to come down for Newport folk festival this summer, which sounds like a fun time. Amy and her bf Johnny, whom we ran into in Genuardi's, were here for quite a while. And later on Jonah and Dan, who I had a good time talking to. Laurel, Claire, Jenny, Rae of course and Renee towards the end. Melanie, Dan Finkel (dance and aphex twin), Dan Sproul, (we briefly discussed his para(dy)site, he basically shrugged it off, ridiculous amount of work put in notwithstanding. anyway, yeah…) Come to think of it, almost none of my good friends showed up. Which is a shame, because I probably won't see a lot of them for a while.

Rebecca was mixing drinks like a fiend - everything I had was her handiwork, and it seemed like she was pretty much supplying the entire party as well. Lots of blenderwork, lots of alcohol. We had a sizable amount, and then we paid $25 for 2S's collection, which probably doubled it. And there's more left now than when we started. I drank: a strawberry dacquiri (in fancy glass), a jingle (my own concoction of ginger beer, creme de menthe, vodka, and lemon - it got highly mixed reviews from those brave enough to try it, comparisons to listerine and so forth, but I'm quite fond of it), the last half of Skelly's grasshopper, a piña colada, the bulk of Rae's margarita, and another jingle or so. That's quite a lot of alcohol. And I was certainly feeling it, but I wouldn't call myself positively drunk. I thought it was a pretty good effort. The food was terrific too: I made a ridiculous quantity of whipped cream, heavenly for dipping strawberries in - or Becca's pumpkin muffcakes (which Ben lauded before he left - "I think this is the perfect size and shape for a MUFFIN!!"), while Mark made some guacamole. There's still a ton of food left. Not so successful as a getting-rid-of-stuff party.

Our shopping trip had been delayed (working in haphazard reverse chronology here) by inertia and muffcakebaking, but we made a recycling run, then checked out the produce guy (closed again), and raided Genuardi's (in the meantime there was a phone call from Elaine Allard - what? what!?). Then Sharples for a fast dinner date with Alyssa, which turned out not to really be a date, but okay. She and Murrik the Mighty helped me move my drums to the basement of the banana house - cases out of lodge 2, drums out of the LPAC pit (they just told me I couldn't keep them there over the summer). I'm still missing my cracked ride and one mounted tom (with case) - hopefully they're just hidden in the pit somewhere. And then there's my accordion, which was locked in a cage, so I couldn't get at it. That was… a good use of time. I had then about a half hour before the party to clean my room double-speed, with Ben around, listening to the Biz on Byron, that track cracks me up every time (yo, his stuff is available on CD, check it out.) I had been cleaning/organizing/packing for most of the day. Much of the week actually. Man, I haven't written in a while. Clearly. Except it doesn't even seem like that long. Three full days I guess. Not too bad. I'll pack now, maybe write a bit more later. Oh, and I guess I never published this playlist from Monday.

you got what i need
but you say he's just a friend
but you say he's just a friend