Dinner at Marissa's
May. 22nd, 2011 11:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
randy_byersDenys and I went to a dinner party at Marissa's yesterday evening. It was something of a blast from the past. It's probably been around a decade since I last did much hanging out with Marissa, I can't remember for sure. A couple of years ago she spotted me working on the traffic circle at the bottom of the hill, and we chatted for a bit. She was about to get married to an old childhood friend, about to move to Queen Anne. She suggested we get together for coffee and get caught up, but that never panned out. It seemed to me that the friendship was a thing of the past. Then suddenly out of the blue a month ago, she stopped by the house while I was away and told Denys she wanted to invite us over for dinner. Last night was the fruition of that invitation.
She had gathered a small group of people, as she always liked to do in the past. The only one I'd met before was Sue. Everybody was good fun, not exactly the kind of folks I normally hang out with, but smart and funny and friendly. The grilled shishkebobs were very good. They have a great craftsman on Queen Anne that they are working on remodeling from the studs up, and Marissa gave us a tour after dinner.
It was very strange trying to connect this party with the past. Lots of it felt very familiar. Marissa always liked to bring people from different circles together. I'm not sure if she was hoping to get caught up on the past few years or not, but it really wasn't possible under the circumstances. Maybe she preferred it that way, and it was actually fine by me too. She did ask me at the dinner table what had gone on in my life since the old days, and I just laughed and said nothing had changed.
It's actually hard to explain why it all felt so weird without going into more detail about Marissa's history and all the changes she's gone through. For one thing, she was a lesbian when I first met her, living in a boho loft down near Pioneer Square. Everything has changed. It's all good. I enjoyed myself last night. You live in a city long enough and old friends keep coming back around.
She had gathered a small group of people, as she always liked to do in the past. The only one I'd met before was Sue. Everybody was good fun, not exactly the kind of folks I normally hang out with, but smart and funny and friendly. The grilled shishkebobs were very good. They have a great craftsman on Queen Anne that they are working on remodeling from the studs up, and Marissa gave us a tour after dinner.
It was very strange trying to connect this party with the past. Lots of it felt very familiar. Marissa always liked to bring people from different circles together. I'm not sure if she was hoping to get caught up on the past few years or not, but it really wasn't possible under the circumstances. Maybe she preferred it that way, and it was actually fine by me too. She did ask me at the dinner table what had gone on in my life since the old days, and I just laughed and said nothing had changed.
It's actually hard to explain why it all felt so weird without going into more detail about Marissa's history and all the changes she's gone through. For one thing, she was a lesbian when I first met her, living in a boho loft down near Pioneer Square. Everything has changed. It's all good. I enjoyed myself last night. You live in a city long enough and old friends keep coming back around.
