Reverb 10: Party.

On the last day of November, I signed up to participate in #reverb10, a month-long challenge to blog every day of December based on prompts provided here. Here’s hoping it keeps me honest.

Today’s prompt:
December 9 Party.
What social gathering rocked your socks off in 2010? Describe the people, music, food, drink, clothes, shenanigans.
(Author: Shauna Reid)

Clearly I was just delaying writing yesterday’s post because, well, the party was last night.

I bundled up in black and grey, leggings and a long cardigan sweater, topped off with argyle socks splashed with squares of coral and aqua. Snow boots and my full-length North Face. I didn’t want to freeze again after standing under the scalding water in the shower post-run.

It was starting to snow again as I walked up Paulina to the Bucktown Pub last night, like fine, shimmery sugar through a sieve in the sky.
Absolutely beautiful.

Inside, there were a few people propped up at the bar for post-work beers. The bar was decorated for Christmas, tinsel and colored balls and peace doves fuzzy with spray-on flocking. The whole room was warm and smelled like the freshly popped corn from the machine in the back.
Cozy.

I spotted my friend at the end of the bar, already halfway through his first beer. I ordered a Great Lakes Christmas Ale — which, I found out after three, contains 8 percent alcohol — and settled into a long, much-needed confabulation.

Hours passed like minutes, beer flowed like water — oh, my head today — and the pub filled up. Suddenly, it was 8 o’clock; the staff set up a sound system and started distributing paper and pencils for the bar’s weekly trivia night.
We swapped papers with another team, shaking our fists at them after every answer we knew we’d gotten wrong. The crowd got rowdy going into the third round, after a few rounds of drinks, A few important facts learned:
The Union Jack appears on the Hawaiian flag. (Not Delaware’s, for the record.)
The softest pencil lead is that of a No. 1 pencil.
Abraham Lincoln was seeing the play Our American Cousin at Ford’s Theatre when Booth shot him.

We lost at trivia, by the way.
But it didn’t matter.

I hadn’t even planned to stay for trivia.
I didn’t plan to drink 47 beers.
I didn’t plan to have the time of my life.

The best parties aren’t planned. They just happen. When the world’s a snow globe and old friends randomly resurface, they just happen.

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One Response to “Reverb 10: Party.”

  1. Crysta Says:

    “The best parties aren’t planned. They just happen. When the world’s a snow globe and old friends randomly resurface, they just happen.”

    Exactly!

    I think the prompt was kind of misleading, asking about sounds and music and food and all the trappings of a traditional “party.” Parties are what we make of them. (As an undergrad, dorm rules said a party was any time there were six or more people in a dorm room.) Really, it’s about the people and spending time together.

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