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03.17.2003

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full house by Yee-Fan Sun | 1 2 3
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The mark of a really good party is that you wake up the next day with the house a disaster. Since it’s a terrible curse of mine that I can’t sleep after I’ve been drinking, I wake up just after 9am, after a mere 5 hours or so of fitful rest, and stumble out of my bedroom to survey the damage. Trying not to make too much noise, so as not to awake the other three people still slumbering in the house, I grab a big garbage bag to begin picking up the dirty cups, used napkins and empty bottles. I peel the feathers off the very sticky floor – reminders of the many feather boas sported the evening before – and pile the leftover usable costume bits in a corner. I’ve just gotten around to the kitchen – nearly an hour later, when a rather peaked-looking Spencer and groggy Lisa shuffle into the kitchen – he in the same clothes he wore the night before, she in her pajamas. The pick-up process grows slowly more raucous as we recap the party highlights, snicker and chortle and snort occasional “no way!”s, wash dishes, rinse bottles -- bang and clank and move around, until poor Asher has no choice but to get out of bed and join in the cleaning fun.

Eventually, we gather around a table outside for lunch. It’s a beautiful, blue-skied, picture-perfect Arizona spring day. We’ve scrounged together a surprisingly nice spread based entirely on leftovers from the party – veggies and caramelized onion dip, roasted red pepper hummus and pita, marinated black olives, cheese and crackers, bocconcini and cherry tomatoes, mini quiches and tiny curry pastries, a slice of cold pizza whose origin still remains a mystery to me. We’ve having big glasses of cool water all around. We’re hung-over and exhausted, un-showered and not yet dressed for the day, hair mussed and sleep-rumpled. But we’re loud and eager with gossip and chit-chat, indignant when talk turns to politics and the current scary state of the world, excited when we start talking about where we’re all heading in the future. And though my head hurts a bit and I’m sure I look a fright, I’m awake, and so happy. There’s no where else in the world I’d rather be: I feel so completely at home, and not just because I happen to live in this house. The sun’s shining on my bare arms, my boy’s by my side, I have a table brimming with delectable food, and good friends sitting on the opposite side. And life just feels good, and perfect, and full.  

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