


The gathering turned out to be a perfect size, small with autumnal food ("A" brought a cranberry apple crisp pie with a crust she invented that includes oats and coconut) and the pumpkin cookies tasted exactly like Starbuck's pumpkin scones. One guest even wore a costume to the delight of many young children out last night, he was a dead ringer for the Joker.
When we were out for the gallery walk, I was asked to think about teaching art again by a representative from the local Arts Center. Something I'm mulling over. A new work colleague used to work in a wine store and brought me a bottle of excellent champagne. Little did she know that is one of my favorite indulgences. Somewhere around midnight we opened the bottle amidst discourse on all things politics and religion. Troy impressed the heck out of my guests, making me proud.
1 comment:
Sounds like a nice night all around. Hmmm, teaching art. Interesting prospect.
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