"A glass, a glass, my kingdom for a clean glass."

Those were the first words I heard this morning as I came to. Tara was stumbling around in the kitchen which looked like 35+ people had blasted through and used up every real and plastic beverage holder. We won't even talk about the plates and platters and food stuffs---we just kept discovering things people had brought.

"Pizza dough?"

"I think that was Bill, Marie's friend."

"Chocolate from Las Vegas?"

"Oh that must've been Ed."

"Look at this. It's a bag of cocoa beans."

"Were we supposed to cook them?"

"No, I don't think so."

It also looked like someone had spilled a full glass of red wine on her turkish rug. And there were so many bouquets of spring flowers stacked, stuffed and perched on every surface that after we had cleaned the apartment (with who else but Wyclef blasting) I suggested to Tara that she lie down in the middle of the living room and I would surround her in petals aka American Beauty.

She deferred. I suppose it was because after dancing until 3 am she may have questioned her ability to ever get up again.

Or not. As I picked up my bags and headed to the door, "Love Train" was pumping out of the speakers, the disco ball hanging from the ceiling sparkled and Tara was on the phone accepting an invitation to a dinner party for tonight.

But what you really want to know is were there any hook-ups last night? oh yes-- it was a regular love fest-- but I'm not going to jinx anything until there's a first and second date. But I'm keeping my fingers crossed because Soliden would be an awesome site for a wedding, non?

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