Come On, Party People

I am not cut out for party planning. Last week, Tim and his Chu brothers (though we did not know all of them as that at the time) hosted a few Boston BCF'ers for a most excellent barbecue. By the way, spellcheck just wanted me to replace BCF'ers with bugbears. Awesome. Anyway, it was a great affair and our only regret was that it was too short and we didn't do enough catching up.

So, this week, with Tim finally out of the State, I suggested we all hang out again, this time to catch up some more and talk about the Chus. I, of course, don't actually live in Boston, so I came up with the grand idea of having Ranwei both host and cook for us. Because I am generous and great at planning like that.

Fastforward now, to the night of the event. Ranwei and I are sitting in her room, watching the Food Network and waiting for folks to arrive:

Ranwei: So who's coming? People got back to you, right?

Moi: Oh. I don't know. I assumed they'd tell you, since we're at your place.

Ranwei: I didn't call anybody. I thought you were organizing.

Moi: Oh.

In the end, our lovely get-together consisted of four whole people. And watching Lethal Weapon I on Spike TV. And listening to nerdy Greydon explain how Snakes on a Plane is more fun if you bring your own copy of the audience participation script with you and teach all you fellow theater patrons ahead of time. Did I mention that he works with computers? To salvage the night, Ranwei offered us peach crisp with hand-picked peaches from Outlook Farm. The crisp was splendiferous.

After all that poor planning, walking to the T-station, I just happened to see my roommate-to-be. Out of all the people and all the places in the greater Boston area, I bump into Amy. It was amazing. And once again, proof that God plans things a lot better than I do. Maybe from now on, I'll assign the party planning to Him.