A feast for the tongue and ears

Last night I had more people in my apartment simultaneously than at any point prior, something around 11. That doesn’t sound like that many at first shot, but you have to understand: four of them were busy loudly chanting around guitars and a drum like they were at Burning Man, Bryan was whipping around the kitchen sloshing liquids to and fro and generally making a mess, I was pouring everyone glass after glass of red wine, Roark was spinning his practice poi… it was non-stop action inside my apartment, which no longer seems as big as it once did. It was also a lot of fun. The occasion was Bryan’s most triumphant return from Mexico, so of course we put him to work making enough jambalaya to kill a horse. He went through a bag and a half of rice, several sausages, god knows how many tomatoes and peppers, and ended up with ye unto a heap of jambalaya.

The upshot of this party, where today is concerned, is that the apartment was absolutely trashed. We went through almost all of my plates, glasses, and silverware somehow. I got home and was bereft of even a saucer. The good news, though, is that I bought an iPod and am almost physically turned on by how rad it already is. I got it all configured-like while I was cleaning the disaster area in my kitchen, and it went much more quickly than I expected it would. Yes, you can download a butt-load of songs onto the iPod faster than you can clean your kitchen after a party. See, those are the kind of metrics they need to put on the packaging. I got the FM-radio attachment too, so I can play it on the stereo and in the car. At least one person accused me of spoiling myself, but I deserve this iPod more than anyone I know. I’ve suffered in silence for years while every person I knew bought one, wanting one all the time but never being able to afford it. I realized very suddenly the other day that I now could afford one, and went straight away to buy it with one-click on Amazon. It was totally worth cleaning the whole kitchen, even if the range was crusted with congealed olive oil and dried cajun sauce.

Oh yeah, it’s the biggun.