Saturday, May 29, 2010

Funked Up And Happy To Be

I went to a cast party tonight. Mr. Moon went too and Kathleen went with us.
I think it was my favorite cast party so far. It was held at Marcie's house. She is the woman in the picture above, second from the right. She and her sweet husband Fred live in a house even older than mine- built in 1840. They moved it from the little town of Quincy to a few miles down the road from where I live and it looks as if it had grown there, right out of the dirt. It's the first house I've been in since we moved into this house that I thought, "Hmmmm. This is an idea I could use." I don't envy them their house- I love mine too much, but I sure as hell admired it and I love how it feels with its wide boards and tall ceilings and funkified charm.
I am all about the funk whether it's in a house or in a song. Give me some tilt to a floor, give me some unpainted ceilings, give me some tuba solos, give me a backbeat and let me dance.
Another great thing about this party is that it was close enough to the actual play to let us all still feel that tangible/intangible connection that forms between us all. We have all been together the last three weekends- makes sense to let this one be the fourth in a row.
We mostly all ended up in the dining room under a gorgeous chandelier around a table filled with party food. Deviled eggs topped with caviar, meatballs, quiche, chicken salad sandwiches, berry cheesecake, chips and humus and pico de gallo, brownies, and mock apple pie made with Ritz Crackers. That was made because it was mentioned in the play and let me tell you something- you can NOT tell that pie didn't have apples in it. Strange, magical, white trash and yummy, probably born out of the depression and a sleeve of saltines.
There was also chili, and wine and beer, of course, because we do like our beverages. And we sat around the table and we talked and we laughed and we quoted lines from plays and we were silly and we gossiped and we talked about my Mortal Enemy and it was all just a very good time.
Our funky little stage company sitting in a beautiful old house with its funk intact and I was glad to be there. I felt comfortable. I felt at home.

I feel so lucky to have this group of people to play with, to call friends. Really good friends. There's something about people whom you trust enough to let yourself become childlike enough with to become someone else in the service of a play. I can't say it any plainer than that.

And now I'm home in my own house which is plenty funk-filled. Peeling plaster and paint, spiders everywhere, and birds nesting on the porch. It has rained and it's cooler and I can feel the trees and plants drinking it all in, taking it all in, doing their own funky green dance in the darkness. I can feel them breathing in and breathing out and I take their outbreaths in like I would a lover's whose face is close to mine and I close my eyes and take it in deeply, that green wet breath and I know I will sleep well tonight.

It's been a good day. It was a lovely evening.

I am feeling blessed and that is really the very best way to slip into dream-world because my mind is enough at peace to let me dance through sleep without hindrance, without regret and thus, to be at peace.

11 comments:

  1. Glad you had a lovely evening.

    And that mock apple pie? I always wondered how that could be. But if you say it tastes just like the real thing, I believe you.

    I'll have to test it along with Miss Maybelle's choco chip cherry maple syrup pie

    sleep tight

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  2. I also have heard of that pie-what is in it?

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  3. I really love old houses with their charm. There are so many in this city. But the ones that capture my imagination aren't the grand ones but thee old farmhouses. They are truly special. Glad that it was a good evening.

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  4. Michelle- I don't think that pie is as good as May's sounds.
    But it's not bad.

    Kori- Ritz crackers, butter, spices, sugar. Same as apple pie, just no apples but with crackers.

    Syd- I agree.

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  5. Mock apple pie? Never heard of it, but it doesn't sound bad.

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  6. I threw a going away party last night for friends who are moving to Miami. It wasn't as fancy as your shindig and someone (not me) fell asleep on my front steps for a little while, but it was a good time. And all I have left today is a bottle of cheap champagne and a bottle of barenjager. Not so shabby!

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  7. I'll pass on the pie if you don't mind,

    but I 'll let that breathing of green living help me sleep tonight too.

    you conjure up the best servings of real living .

    ( in keeping with the food theme :) )

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  8. "Give me some tilt to a floor, give me some unpainted ceilings, give me some tuba solos, give me a backbeat and let me dance."

    That is fabulous!

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  9. Angie M- There is no reason to bake this pie if you have access to apples. But it is pretty darn tasty.

    DTG- Honey. I miss you. Plain and simple. Come see me soon. Please?

    deb- Food is ALWAYS good.

    Terena- Oh. Thank you for noticing my dancing words.

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  10. I will! Maybe not before next weekend, but are we still on for the boat on Saturday?

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  11. The party sounded like fun. The food list makes me hungry.

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