A two-party weekend
Sep. 30th, 2024 03:07 pmIt feels unprecedented, but it can't be: surely we must occasionally have two social events on successive days, even if it's only at Christmas, when we are trying to fit in All The Visits. Perhaps what is exceptional about the weekend just gone is that they were two intensely social weekends: we certainly ate and drank more than is usual, but what makes me feel the need to recover is a sense of being peopled out (in the nicest way imaginable, but still...)
Saturday night was a QuizTeam dinner. We do this from time to time as a way of spending our accumulated winnings, but this time was different. It was organised at short notice, because one of our number is leaving us; for good reasons, but we will miss him. So instead of going to a restaurant (our restaurant of choice having closed, the alternative has not established itself as a home from home in the same way) the Quizmaster and his wife, who is our Scribe and Moderator, offered to host and cook. I said I would select some suitable wines. Funding this from the kitty made it feel like a duty to be extravagant, and the result was just as grand a meal as we could have found elsewhere, and in more comfortable surroundings. We were a small party, only the half-dozen regulars: the word is convivial.
S's birthday party on Sunday afternoon (which is not her birthday) was a different flavour of event: a larger number of guests, some of whom know each other very well, some of whom know each other from attending S's parties once or twice a year for many years, and some of whom barely know each other. I have at least learned from experience not to eat lunch before one of S's gatherings: S supplies her own (excellent) bread, and much else besides, to which I did not do justice, because someone had brought home-made brandysnaps filled with whipped cream, and was hovering to ensure that we ate them before they dissolved into a sticky mass. The high point for me, though, was a conversation with someone I lnow slightly (and do not remenber being at college with, all those years ago, though she assures me it was so): a third party mentioned Ad Gefrin and D admitted that he contribution to this Anglo-Saxon museum cum distillery had been to confect the Anglo-Saxom terms with which to label the bicycle store and similar. I was able to tell her how much I had enjoyed these at the time ...
As if all this weren't enough excitement for one weekend, we called in at Richer Sounfd on our way to S's, and![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
durham_rambler bought the new televisio he has been hankering after.
Saturday night was a QuizTeam dinner. We do this from time to time as a way of spending our accumulated winnings, but this time was different. It was organised at short notice, because one of our number is leaving us; for good reasons, but we will miss him. So instead of going to a restaurant (our restaurant of choice having closed, the alternative has not established itself as a home from home in the same way) the Quizmaster and his wife, who is our Scribe and Moderator, offered to host and cook. I said I would select some suitable wines. Funding this from the kitty made it feel like a duty to be extravagant, and the result was just as grand a meal as we could have found elsewhere, and in more comfortable surroundings. We were a small party, only the half-dozen regulars: the word is convivial.
S's birthday party on Sunday afternoon (which is not her birthday) was a different flavour of event: a larger number of guests, some of whom know each other very well, some of whom know each other from attending S's parties once or twice a year for many years, and some of whom barely know each other. I have at least learned from experience not to eat lunch before one of S's gatherings: S supplies her own (excellent) bread, and much else besides, to which I did not do justice, because someone had brought home-made brandysnaps filled with whipped cream, and was hovering to ensure that we ate them before they dissolved into a sticky mass. The high point for me, though, was a conversation with someone I lnow slightly (and do not remenber being at college with, all those years ago, though she assures me it was so): a third party mentioned Ad Gefrin and D admitted that he contribution to this Anglo-Saxon museum cum distillery had been to confect the Anglo-Saxom terms with which to label the bicycle store and similar. I was able to tell her how much I had enjoyed these at the time ...
As if all this weren't enough excitement for one weekend, we called in at Richer Sounfd on our way to S's, and
durham_rambler bought the new televisio he has been hankering after.
