i’ll admit, i didn’t think of the position i’d be putting people in, if they needed to explain where they were going.
tonight i invited over a few of moses’ most ardent local fans (aka, people who help me take care of him and will listen to me prattle on about him ad nauseum). (although i have to say that the person who is willing to listen to me the most is J, plus it should be mentioned that he also helps me with moses a lot. for instance, he played a key role in the one and only bath moses has ever recieved.)
anyway, i called it moses’ birthday party because you know, he’s seventeen today. but mostly i wanted to hang out and feed my friends some nice drinks and snacks and stuff. we also listened to records– you know, real actual vinyl records– which was fun. i played that sugarcubes record with the birthday song, and we talked about how the first elvis costello album was rumored to be backed by guys who played with huey lewis (which georg later confirmed to be true).
i attempted to make mojitoes and failed, as usual. i swear i will one day make a decent mojito. this is going to mean figuring out how to really get mint to grow and thrive in my garden. if mojitoes were made with sage, rosemary or garlic chives i’d be set. oh, or marjoram. find me a mixed drink made with marjoram and i can set you up. i suppose it would also help if i would bother to squeeze fresh limes.
we drank them anyway, though. they weren’t too bad, they just weren’t really mojitoes.
moses go to eat so much chicken that he threw up. IT WAS GREAT. i kind of forgot to give it to him gradually. i put a little plate down in front of him, looked away for a moment and 3/4 of it was gone. then soon it was all gone. and then a little came back. then it was a matter of seeing how many barf jokes we could work into the evening.