party pieces

There was a party at my house last night & it was good. Some moments - I'm trying to piece it all together:

we smashed the liberty bell - 'twas amazing. There's something so equalizing about blindfolded people swinging and missing at a pinata. And people liked my toys. . .

E's crush ignored her for much of the night. . . not so cool. When he arrived, he talked to me for the first 10 minutes or so - not seeking E out. Throughout the night, he held forth on various topics: a friend whose hand got cut in half, economics of transnational corporations, etc. etc. speaking to crowds of strangers & playing very little attention to the girl he kissed two days before. . . lame.

Thoughtful guests for the most part. Most showed up with beverages and snacks. I woke up this morning, dreading hunting down half-empty bottles throughout the house. There was one empty in the living room & a broken wine glass in the front yard. Not bad at all.

L created a ring toss. Empty beer and wine bottles and sparkly jelly bracelets that were in the pinata. Watching the tipsy attempt the ring toss was quite amusing. Silly drunkenness.

Towards the end of the night, I went into my room. W was lying on my bed. It made me angrier than it probably should have. "You don't get to lie on my bed anymore, kid," I told him. It crossed some sort of line to see him in my bed that we had shared. I think I've been doing surprisingly well with transitioning to friendship with him. It felt like a triumph that I could have him at the party, that E got to see him, that I could graciously deflect some out-of-the-loop folks questions: 'are you still with him?' & have them be impressed with my ability to have him in my house. I'm trying to be the well-adjusted one. I really shouldn't be expected to react well to him in my bed. . . right?

A feminist book group was created. I am really excited at this prospect. I think more structure and discussion with my reading would serve me well, keep me from atrophying academically. My fingers are crossed that the woman who took the e-mail list will remember the plan. She thought she had lost the list at one point in the night. It was in her pocket.