The Wild House was a rockin' and a rollin' on Saturday night. We shipped the tiny mammals off to Grampapa's house and we hosted Heather's company's holiday party. A house full of OT's and PT's, and even Santa Claus heard the ruckus and came to see what was up! I'm afraid some of the guests will find that they have been transferred over to the naughty list after this bash. There was dancing, wrestling, chatting, yelling, and even a broken wine glass.
I love the cultural diversity of Heather's workplace. At a party like this you can really see how many different kinds of people are living in our town. I grew up in a rapidly diversifying city and I love different cultures. I could never live in a city where everyone looked or thought like me. That would feel alien and strange. This feels like home.
The result of all this mixing of cultures was the greatest variety of succulent dishes I have seen in one place in a long time. Oh the food!!!
We had black eyed peas with pork, and real southern corn bread (not the northern "corn cake" kind, the heavenly stuff with no sugar and lots of pork fat, cooked in smoking-hot cast iron on the stovetop). Home-made pierogis stuffed with cheese and potatoes. Asian ribs with a spicy fire-red sauce. Parathas and biryani that smelled so good they pulled me across the room towards them as if they had cast a spell on me. Some kind if Thai noodle dish that I would have inhaled had I not been in the midst of other hungry diners. Fried chicken. Exotic salads. An aromatic type of rolled up corn tortilla filled with spicy meat. I could go on but I am getting hungry again.
Santa hogged the main floor bathroom for the better part of an hour. I was starting to think he might have expired in there, and a line of cross-legged guests was forming down the hall when he popped out in all his red and white pudgy glory.
Since no kids were allowed at this party, it was all grownups on Santa's lap. I really don't think he minded much, since they were mostly exotic young women who by nature of their training know how to give perfect backrubs.
The later part of the evening was all about dancing and rowdiness. It was a blast...and we're just now getting to the bottom of the glorious leftovers.
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