Outcomes and Some Long Overdue Merriment

So I finally did that ‘go out and get beer’ thing I was mentioning earlier. Actually, it was red wine mixed with Oasis ‘tropical punch’ juice in a relatively successful attempt at a poor man’s sangria. First I went to see some outcomes from the directing class at school. What is an outcome, you ask? Well! It is a Concordia University Theatre Department term denoting the product that comes out of a traditional one semester class, be it an acting class, a directing class, or what have you. In this case, there were fifteen different ten minute scenes broken up by two intermissions during which I partook in some cheap wine of dubious quality. The emotional upheaval of watching so many different scenes, several of which were quite intense, combined with my warm feelings of pride for my peers and the effects of the aforementioned wine meant I came out of the outcome feeling a bit light headed and somewhat gutted. Plus, I was feeling pretty tired, it was already eleven, and I was an hour away from home. The sensible decision seemed to go home. But then my friend said she had just purchased several bottles of that cheap wine and was having people over and sensible started to seem a bit overrated.

Small parties of fifteen or so consisting of people you all know and like really are the best, aren’t they? The more the merrier does not always hold true. Who wants to be in a room full of strangers? Popular opinion and National Lampoon movies have convinced us that huge amounts of people is what makes  good party, and it should start with beer hats and raging and end in an explosion of vomiting and passing out.  But while we all have a soft spot for beer hats, instead of a huge party I prefer the more intimate ‘get together’ : you can wander from room to room and find pockets of people who are in the middle of giggling over some silly anecdote and feel comfortable enough to slip in and add to the banter. Because what really  makes a good party is conversation and jokes and a hangover the next day is an unnecessary and unpleasant appendage.

Lest I start sounding like a geriatric, however, let me add that in my experience sometimes the celebratory spirit takes over and the night goes to places both unintended and unforeseen:

(That is a joke, Mom).

~ by aconno on March 7, 2009.