It’s half past midnight and I’ve cleaned up after my party as much as I can, this late at night.
The gumbo was an all day cooking process—I started at something like 9 this morning chopping celery, onions, and garlic, before moving on to chopping sausage and chicken, and tofu bratwurst.
Once it was all on the stove, simmering, I caught a quick nap and then cleaned the apartment, putting everything away and putting out all the expected party things: snacks, chairs, and the like.
We actually started watching movies much earlier than I anticipated, so not only were we able to watch “Waking Ned Devine,” but also “A Dirty Shame.” The former was well received, and the later had mixed results.
Some of my guests, who drove, said that after finding a parking space, they encountered a person who had already spent three hours looking for their parking space—they had parked somewhere near a mall and could not remember where. To add insult to injury, the driver in question was handicapped.
As I observed earlier this week, this is the only time of year that the street in front of my flat gets parked up, so I am not surprised that one might actually forget where one parks their car.
It is the worst feeling to walk out and face a huge parking lot and not have a clue where you parked.
THis happened to me at the Astrodome in Houston. It is a completely round building surrounded by acres of parking lot. I was going to see a concert and just parked and went in. When I came out, I just sat down.
After about 2 hours, the parking lot cleared out and a security guard drove me around to find my car.
Happy C&C Monday.