Comments on Kitchen and Residential Design: Christmas Mem'ries

That post has had me cackling like a loon since ye...

2009-12-19T09:53:16.443-05:00

That post has had me cackling like a loon since yesterday too. I remember all of that so clearly. I was sitting there, the sober as a stone ring master remember. Ordinarily, sitting at a table of drunk people bores me out of my skull, but this was high comedy. The air of regret and shame that hung over the neighborhood for the following week was nearly as fun as orchestrating the shenanigans in the first place. Brandon's absinthe spoon still sits in my silverware drawer and I don't think he ever wants to see it again. I think it speaks volumes about his housekeeping by the way. Think about it. He not only had cordial glasses but sugar cubes just lying around. I can't think of any one else on earth who has the equipment to be able to serve absinthe properly and at a moment's notice. Out of my own morbid curiosity, did you louche your absinthe in Japan Melody?

I just got around to reading this today and am lau...

2009-12-19T09:38:07.257-05:00

I just got around to reading this today and am laughing like a mental patient. Your post brought back some good - and vague - memories of my first experiences with absinthe. We were living in Japan at the time and visited our local liquor store. I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw that green bottle way up on the top shelf. I've been a fan ever since.

Oh me oh my. Thanks for this Brandon and I agree w...

2009-12-18T08:47:53.721-05:00

Oh me oh my. Thanks for this Brandon and I agree with you 100%, Christmases from 2001 to 2007 were indeed the best ones of my life. I never really understood the full extent of Christmas joy until those years. The hilarity, the gift-giving, the great food and better company will stay with me for the rest of my life. Even while we were living those times, I knew that they weren't forever. I just knew that it was only a matter of time until life intervened and that all of us would end up moving on to chase bigger dreams. Christmas this year feels hollow but I'll get over it eventually. Some year, maybe next year, I'll start some new traditions and maybe some mirth will come back to 7th Avenue. Maybe.

In the meantime though, you and Kevin gave me the best gifts I've ever received during those years --fantastic memories and even better stories. I cannot go out on that patio and not see it brimming with Yorkshire Pudding and pear tartines, or turkeys so perfectly browned they looked as if they'd been shellacked, or empty bottles of prosecco and champagne piled to the rafters. More than even that though, I can't go out there and not see my table surrounded by the smiling faces of the people I love most in the world. I miss having you next door and Kevin on the corner of course but I feel that loss keenly in the approach to Christmas. God speed my dear friend and thank you!