It was our big summer bash yesterday, with nearly 50 people attending in shifts between 4 pm and around 1 am when we gave up and threw the stragglers out. Many of our oldest and dearest friends showed. Some old timers had excellent alibis, but in the event it didn't matter as unexpected people appeared as in their place. One girlfriend from more than 20 years ago came; older and more experienced in the face to be sure, but as svelte and fizzing with life as she ever was. I invited several patients so they could catch a glimpse of me as someone other than their doctor. This worked extremely well.
What also worked well was my wife, flitting effortlessly about the place with her matchless shmoozing, but I know for a fact she worked bloody hard throughout proceedings.
At one point in the early evening, with a warm sun still bathing the scene, all the painters seemed to gather in a circle in the garden. There they conversed in quiet, meaningful tones and as they did so, waves of brain power rippled out from them. I felt 8% more intelligent simply by being near them.
Elsewhere, the subjects were drinking steadily. By kicking out time one had lapsed into a very strange altered state which enabled her to sing a song quite sweetly, but which none of us had no way understanding in any way, except that it appeared to be about pain. And we all know something about that. It was sort of beautiful in a way, though I was little preoccupied by the fear that she might heel over mid-warble and sweep down some objet d'art en route to the deck. It never happened, and even our brand-new sofa remained free of cigarette burns.
All in all a great, great party.
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