Entertaining at the homestead
As I write this, it is drawing on near midnight on Sunday here in San Francisco. It has been a busy day, and I am ready for bed. It's back to work tomorrow, but next weekend should be at least a three day because of the holiday. I don't know yet what I am going to do with a three day weekend. Probably just take it easy - that would be nice.
Church tonight was good. This week and last we have sung the Notre Dame version of the Our Father, and it is still very moving. It is such a powerful rendition of that prayer. After mass we had a wine and cheese reception for Fr. Peter who is leaving the parish (coincidentally, he is going to my sister's parish in Utah), and I asked some of the people I was with what they thought of this "new" version of the Our Father. To my great dismay, two of the three people I was with said they did not like it and that they preferred the other one (which, by the way, I don't really like at all). They said this one was too sad. It's not SAD, people, it's MOVING. Agh... I just don't understand it.
Tonight I hosted my first-ever dinner guests at my house. Two of my St. Dominics friends, Mike and Earl, came over after church tonight. I invited Brad to attend as well, but he declined, citing a previous engagement. We started off with some bread and the traditional olive oil & balsamic vinegar. Then I made penne pasta with an italian sausage sauce and steamed some white squash and zucchini as a side dish. To accompany the meal, I uncorked the bottle of Whispering Dove Cabernet which I received as a Christmas gift from Chris, Mark and Michael (director/producers of RENT). Over dinner we had some very intelligent discussion, ranging from history to theology to politics (despite the no politics at the dinner table rule), with a few personal anecdotes thrown in for good measure. If memory serves, with the exception of my sister who was there for about 4 minutes, Mike and Earl are the first people to have seen the upstairs of my house, and are certainly the first to dine with me there. Even Adam, who stayed with me for a week, never saw the upstairs that I am aware of.
I just now returned from driving both Mike and Earl to their respective homes and then cleaning up the kitchen. I do enjoy entertaining, but it certainly can be a lot of work. As Mike would say, "that's why they invented pizza." And by "they" he means the Italians, since apparently the Italians invented everything. I am rather exhausted now, so I think I'll wrap this brief entry up and get some sleep. Who knows what this week will bring.
Comments
I am glad to see that I was mentioned in your blog entry. Maybe you should devote an entire entry to something about me in the near future.
Also, you need to update your facebook picture. You are starting to ruin hotdogs for me.
Posted by: Adam | June 27, 2005 12:13 PM