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03.17.2003

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full house by Yee-Fan Sun | 1 2 3
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So Thursday night, Asher and I pull out the futon, re-attach the door, and turn our home office into a temporary guest bedroom for the next three days. Pull out the sheets, the extra pillows, some towels; bake up a batch of chocolate chip cookies; get things ready for them so they’ll feel at home. We meet up at a Scene Creamers show – Spencer’s spent the first few nights of his stay, before Lisa arrived into town, with our friend Barrett, who’s been nice enough to do airport duty and take Spencer to pick her up earlier that evening. When the four of us return to our little pink house sometime around midnight, it’s late, especially since they’re still on East Coast time. But we can’t resist staying up just a bit later nonetheless, half the cookies disappearing as we chat about Spencer’s impending defense, their upcoming wedding, the party that Asher and I are throwing for Spencer the next evening, the wedding shower that our friend Eileen is organizing on Saturday afternoon. We talk and eat and talk some more, until it’s well past time to go to sleep, and we finally remember that Spencer, in particular, needs to get some rest.

They’re still asleep when Asher leaves for school the next morning, and since my office is now their bedroom, I take the time to get some errands done for the day. When I get back later, there’s giggling in the kitchen and the sound of water being turned off – excellent housemates that they are, the dishes have been washed and are sitting out to dry. They’ve just finished breakfast, but we stand around the kitchen and gab some more, till I look at the clock and realize half our morning’s gone already, and though I can’t remember what we talked so long about, I’m happy for the distraction: it’s been so much more enjoyable that sitting alone at my computer doing work.

Spencer’s talk that day goes marvelously, and then it’s time to get ready for the party. It’s astounding how much smoother party prep goes when you have extra bodies available to help move out furniture to make room for dancing, chop piles of crudités, squeeze fresh lemons for cocktails, monitor the hors-d-oeuvres in  the oven, set up bar outside. But in just a couple of hours, we’ve managed to transform the house and patio into a groovy place to drink, eat, lounge and dance the night away – and pulled together our costumes to boot. It’s a creative fancy dress/thrift store formal party, and the four of us can’t help but stand around admiring each other: we look swanked out, spiffed-up, and all-around fabulous. We take pictures galore to prove it, and shake up the first batch of lemon drops for the evening, just as the first guests begin to spill in, and the celebration begins.

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