7.11.2004
houseguests and more
We've been lucky this past weekend to have eight houseguests come cycling through. First, a couple of friends from home who are, sadly, moving to Houston to escape the bitter New England winters. Before leaving, they went to the Juilliard String Quartet concert at Tanglewood. A review, such as it is from the Berkshire Eagle, can be found here. It's sad to see our friends go, especially to a place like Texas, but it was wonderful to see them one last time on their drive down. The husband is retiring as a heart surgeon, and his expertise in carving our Christmas turkey will be sorely missed.
Then, a friend of my Mom's came by for the Marsalis concert, as did a family of three from New York City, and another couple from Boston who run a wonderful social services program in Boston's Chinatown (a place I used to work, and a place for which I have much affection). It was nice to see everyone, even if the house was a bit cramped.
Yesterday afternoon, we were all treated to a round of my Dad's outstanding grilled food. We invited some of our friends from the chorus and ate and talked and ate more. Steak strips marinated in a Southeast Asian satay barbecue sauce, chicken in a curry marinade, and excellent (but store-bought) chicken sausage. Nobody grills food like my Dad. It's one of the things I'll miss in England. That, and, y'know, America. Thanks to our friends for supplying fruits, wines, ice creams, and other assorted commestibles.
My friend Micah emailed today to say that he's playing tuba in a Shakespearean play in Central Park. As Yaakov Smirnoff would say, "what a country!"
On a more serious note, please check the general tone of my blog post before deciding to post to it a comment that's either irrelevant or insensitive, or possibly both. Posts like today's are probably OK for it, but yesterday's posts were a bit more serious. The Marsalis concert was truly inspirational and challenging on a level of humanity that has not been challenged in a long time. To have a comment about how far back the Sox are from the Evil Empire seemed a bit jarring. It's unfair to single out a single posting for this, but better that we deal with this the first time, I guess.
I forgot my friend's birthday today until about a half hour ago. I feel really stupid, since it's the day before my younger brother's. She was an ex-girlfriend, too, but we remain friends and I even went to her wedding. For a view of her wedding gown, please click here. Hers is the last one on the page, and the gown, while gorgeous in its display, was even more gorgeous on her. It was a wonderful wedding, and I still treasure my memories of it: She and her husband are adorable. :) So Happy Birthday Vicki. Sorry I didn't call.
Then, a friend of my Mom's came by for the Marsalis concert, as did a family of three from New York City, and another couple from Boston who run a wonderful social services program in Boston's Chinatown (a place I used to work, and a place for which I have much affection). It was nice to see everyone, even if the house was a bit cramped.
Yesterday afternoon, we were all treated to a round of my Dad's outstanding grilled food. We invited some of our friends from the chorus and ate and talked and ate more. Steak strips marinated in a Southeast Asian satay barbecue sauce, chicken in a curry marinade, and excellent (but store-bought) chicken sausage. Nobody grills food like my Dad. It's one of the things I'll miss in England. That, and, y'know, America. Thanks to our friends for supplying fruits, wines, ice creams, and other assorted commestibles.
My friend Micah emailed today to say that he's playing tuba in a Shakespearean play in Central Park. As Yaakov Smirnoff would say, "what a country!"
On a more serious note, please check the general tone of my blog post before deciding to post to it a comment that's either irrelevant or insensitive, or possibly both. Posts like today's are probably OK for it, but yesterday's posts were a bit more serious. The Marsalis concert was truly inspirational and challenging on a level of humanity that has not been challenged in a long time. To have a comment about how far back the Sox are from the Evil Empire seemed a bit jarring. It's unfair to single out a single posting for this, but better that we deal with this the first time, I guess.
I forgot my friend's birthday today until about a half hour ago. I feel really stupid, since it's the day before my younger brother's. She was an ex-girlfriend, too, but we remain friends and I even went to her wedding. For a view of her wedding gown, please click here. Hers is the last one on the page, and the gown, while gorgeous in its display, was even more gorgeous on her. It was a wonderful wedding, and I still treasure my memories of it: She and her husband are adorable. :) So Happy Birthday Vicki. Sorry I didn't call.
