Wrenn, Dale, and I ran around like crazy people for the latter half of this week to get the apartment ready for our Twelfth Night party. I must confess -- half the reason why we throw the party is because it forces us to clean the fucking apartment. This was particularly useful for the bedroom and the dining room, which tend to get cluttered the fastest. The dining room because the dining room table is right by the door and it's so easy to just drop shit on the table and forget about it, and then it piles up.... *sigh*

As for the bedroom, that was always where we threw stuff that we didn't know where else to put it and then we'd close it off when people came over. But our RSVP list was sufficiently high that we needed to have the entire apartment available, so we had to tidy up the bedroom, too. Which was way overdue and also is AWESOME, especially since this is my workspace, too.....

Anyhow, the party started officially at 3. We weren't done getting the place ready until almost 4 -- and the first guests *waves to scifantasy* didn't get there until 3.45. Sigh.

Having said that, it was an excellent party. We had about a dozen last-minute cancellations, the vast majority of which were because the people in question were sick. 'Tis the season to be flu-y, and all that. Even with that, though, 23 guests came -- and they were from all aspects of our lives. Fellow publishing folks, fellow Tor.com bloggers, fellow karateka, fellow baseball enthusiasts, fellow fannish folk, and on and on and on. It was fantastic.

Food-wise, we made meatballs in tomato sauce (Wrenn made the meatballs, I made the sauce, both were incredibly yummy), cevapi sausage in tzatziki sauce with pita bread, and baked brie (Dale made both of those). We also had a wide assortment of cold cuts (dried sausage, sopresatta, proscuitto -- with melon provided for the latter), cheeses (fontina, Jarlsberg, cheddar, fresh mozzarella, and some others I'm forgetting), Italian bread, and then later fresh fruit and homemade whipped cream (made about three minutes before we put out the fruit). Plus there was a very wide-ranging selection of red and white wine, sake, champagne, beer, cider, and Scotch, as well as various sodas and such.

The last guests finally departed a bit after midnight, and we cleaned up and collapsed. Today was a day of sleeping in and not really doing anything. Tomorrow, I dive into the revision of the proposal for The Project That Cannot Be Named (Yet), and in general this week I have to a) write the final story for Ragnarok and Roll b) work on four editorial projects that are at various stages, and c) write a comics script or two.

Current Mood: tired
Current Music: "Budapest" by Jethro Tull