Thursday, November 15, 2007

Minutes from 11-14-07 tup, plus info tidbit about next week

Tupper Supper swung into action last night with a phone call from Michelle, who was at Broadway and 83rd in balmy weather and in most excellent spirits, both about being in NYC, and about the prospect of leaving it!

The outsizedness of the place was touched upon, but the strange new Guiliani effect, where everyone is preternaturally friendly and nice, was also observed. The suggestion that one would be safer in downtown Manhattan than downtown Seattle was made, a strange sad thought indeed.

Next we filmed our Tribute to Hizzoner. Alix directed, Andy filmed, we all starred. We sat around empty plates and invited him to come cook for us, hinting that in a pinch that he could serve as dinner himself, we were that hungry. Loving and appreciative congratulations were sent his way. Woodstock will be a lesser place without our beloved tupper at the helm.

We tucked into Kathleen's scrumptious squash soup and creamy yogurt dish like wild dogs, also slurping up the jicama-laced salad provided by Craig with unseemly enthusiasm. GREAT dinner, all, thanks!

Alix related Oscar's latest visit to the ER, a story that culminated in Andrew's new plan to off the great American writers of our time to clear the decks for the bestsellerdom of his memoir, which he has just completed a fourth draft of. (Congrats on that fourth draft!)

The highlight of the evening was the return of our dear Craig, back from the valley of the flu. With an opening last Friday and news he'd be on the cover of Southwest Art next month, Craig appeared both pleased and startled, and perhaps one more sudden success away from bolting into a cave or other secured area. He spoke wildly of moving to Santa Fe -- but knows he will always be a tup, regardless of where he goes.

Other topics:
  • Scrum publishing, rugby, the New Zealand All Blacks and the French Cocks.
  • The Incredible Hulk, a green cocktail to be served at Friday's RHH Literary series event.
  • E-commerce solutions for non-profits, beta testing, and the difficulty of speaking to databases created in Exceed.
  • Lovableness of Seattle as compared to Santa Fe, France, and Italy.
  • Strong recommendations for the films The Darjeeling Limited and Across the Universe.
Supper closed with a delightful review of the The Fabulous Palm Spring Follies, which truly sounded like an inspiration for us all, featuring dancers in their 80s wearing 40 pounds of feathery vaudevillian headgear and doing the splits and so on; a brief discussion of the goodness of World Vision; and a general dismay about the growing scarcity of fresh drinkable water on our poor beleaguered planet. Sally pointed out that our President had purchased many acres of land in Paraguay, a place with the highest water table on the continent. It is a comfort to think that when he retreats into a heavily fortified fastness in the mountains to avoid being tried for war crimes, surrounded by Blackwater shock troops and a privatized mini-state of his own devising, he will be well-watered.

Tupper next week! At Sally's house. Jan cooks. Entree TBD. Please watch this space.

Love Jan

5 comments:

Andy at Voices said...

Olives. Green olives. Black olives. Little brown olives. Olive bread. With Pecans. Olives and cranberries. Olives and strongly expressed opinions. Olives in the absence of the lightness of being. Olives on the frontlines. Olives in the garden nine days old. Olives ran up the clock. Olives ran down the clock. Olives on the advisory board of Blackwater. Olives: pits, stones, and seeds. Olives a fruit. Olives a vegetable. Olives at the center of scandal. Olives the cause of a clandestine love affair. Olive celebrated my 58th birthday soon. Olives in the atmosphere, at the bottom of the pond, in the mouths of children, kidnapped by alligators, lacking a rhyme, looking for treasure, bought for a song. Olives. Olives. Olives.

Thank you.
Sincerely.

Kathleen said...

You know, I noticed those olives only at the VERY end of dinner. I LOVE olives. I see that I missed a delirious eating experience last night.
However, the rest of the evening was utterly delightful, so, it's ok.
K.

Kathleen said...

By the way, Jan, I think you're a genius reporter. This is a GREAT account of the evening! Michelle should feel as if she missed nothing--not even the squash soup!
K.

Alix said...

Sweetheart, did you get enough sleep last night? Or perhaps too much...?

Jan said...

By the way, I'm silly. I'm not cooking next week, it's thanksgiving. I'm cooking the week after.