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The Politically incorrect dinner party, OR: Why I love San Franfreakingcisco.
4/24/2005 5:00 pm Last Read: |
So its me, my buddy Keith, and we go over to Rocelyns house for her wine and late-supper party. Shes subletting a place from Chad, a friend who is a brilliant writer, and is off being brilliant in the woods with some other presumably brilliant writers. Rocelyn recently is back from grad school. She was with Crowded Fire (my theater company) back in the day, but went off to pursue an additional degree. Allow me to say the bitch is fucking nuclear on stage. She had a small evite list with a brilliant caveat: you had to bring along someone she didnt already know. It wound up being an eclectic group of about 16 people, with twice as many bottles of wine, and awesome food that kept coming out of the kitchen. 5 different types of bread, as many different cheeses, roasted garlic for days, eggplant spears with 3 sauces oozing indecently across them . There were candles everywhere. My friend Keith, who is one of the smartest people I know, was blown away buy the content of the bookshelves of our absent host. I proposed that I introduce Chad to him when he is back from being brilliant in the woods . I think theyd get along. Rocelyn had help in the tiny kitchen, so I felt comfy in not asserting my kitchen wench skills. A man who, it turned out, is a semi-pro tennis dude, offered me some Sicilian Fish stew. I eyed him critically. "Are you Sicilian? All I have to say is it would be in your best interest to eat this soup. We all cracked up, and ate the soup. And lo, it was very good. I wandered over to the table, where there was a bowl of what looked like pesto. Rocelyn!!" I shouted What the fuck it this some Pilipino thing?? She laughed. Its pesto, you freak!! Dont they have that in the hood? Yeah, but we put it on pasta, beotch. Not alone in a freaking bowl! Did I mention that we tend to not be PC in my neck of the woods? Speaking of woods Jeff, a friend of mine who is an accomplished DJ and musician, who is dating Kevin, yet another ex-member of Crowded Fire was there. Jeff has just finished producing a record, and invited me ot the release party. We sat and traded updates on our careers. He was intrigued by my off-handed suggestion that, once I am rich and famous, I would love to record a vanity album of BDSM themed doggerel. In a blues jazz showtuney kind of vein. Hm maybe I dont have to wait until I am rich to do that! Kevin is in grad school now, and kicking ass. Their guest of mystery was a cute, charming woman. When she walked in, Jeff and Kevin turned to her and said THATS Mollena. You know and I sighed. Whatever they said is probably highly exaggerated. I am actually a very nice person. She laughed and blushed. Turns out, she happens to be dating one of my ex roomies boyfriends. She bears an uncanny, eerie resemblance to my ex-roomie, a fact I managed to not mention. Wait, I was talking about woods So, yeah. Jeff wanted to know if I had any theories as to why black people tend to not go camping. He said an informal poll of POC he knew had confirmed my previous assertion that The brothers and sisters just dont camp. There was some discussion of socio-economic factors, etc, blahdeeblah. I finally broke in and said, Look. Last time you saw niggers in the woods, we were running for our lives from you guys. We have little desire in the collective subconscious to revive that shit." Jeff nodded sagely. The people who knew me laughed, and the other people sat shocked for a minute, the laughed too. Keith turned to one of the other women sitting across from me and grinned. So yes. Have you MET Mo?? Rocelyn was regaling another cluster by the desert table about how, in her previous apartment, she and her roommates had decided that they were going to recruit the services of a submissive service oriented bottom to do their housecleaning. I tuned in to this, because it sounded good. I also happened to know that they were all non-kink-identified and I was eager to hear how they pulled this off. They posted an ad on the List started by Craig, and received a LOT of replies. They finally settled on one het service submissive gentleman who, in return for being permitted to clean their house in a French Maids uniform, wanted to have a woman piss on him. As the only het female in the household, this was going to be Rocelyns duty. She was not up for it I couldnt do it!! I know Id freeze up!! Too much pressure!!! I was stunned. Rocelyn...please. You gonna tell me that after a few pints of water youd have any choice in the matter?? She insisted she wouldnt have been able to do it. I laughed. Good gravy woman!! I would have done it!!. You should have posted another ad looking for a woman to come in and piss on the guy after he cleaned your house!! Pay it forward, baby!! She shrieked Shit!! Why did I not consult you?!?! One of the girls at the party was very diligently helping in the kitchen, bussing dishes, melting Ghiradelli chocolate to pour over the rum-soaked strawberries and bring the entire sexy mess around to everyone. I complimented Rocelyn ion her kitchen slave. Several people were quick to explain that, coming from me, that was a Compliment Of The Higher Order. I rolled my eyes. "Please. She knows she rocks. And she also knows that, if she wants to, shes welcome to come to my place and help any time. How cool would I be to have the sexy Chinese kitchen girl at my next soiree? Could I wear a little French Maids outfit?"she said slyly. Fuck yeah. That, THAT is why I love this fucking town. PS - the photo is a candid one of me with my latest tattoo.  Mollena
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