"Parties are potent times, and the quiet afterwards can go many ways—peaceful, arresting, wistful, scrubbing, stressful, sleepy, regretful, or smashed. This was a holiday affair at my house, we served cassoulet and whisky gingers with homemade syrup and lemons to about sixteen guests. I stayed pretty busy assembling and serving cocktails and everyone helped themselves to wine if they wanted it. The Cavaliers beat the Blazers that night; the game was playing off in the other room and I caught as many updates as I could without being a total no-show. The loss didn’t dampen anyone’s spirits I don’t think, and the dinner had a vegan option. My appetite was weak. Many guests helped with the dishes and hardly any were broken. We might have thrown that tablecloth away, but not before pouring a ton of soda water on it. I think people brought desserts, and we served them on this wet spread. Pace did lots of card tricks (well, one trick many times) and my friend Chris did some great magic too.
Sometimes I take a picture in the woods, sometimes I hit the button with a joke in mind, and others, like with the above, I don’t know the impetus. Usually I’m just trying to preserve my past and write my story, I guess, to sort of forge ahead looking back, this time using a modern camera and fast, cheap film.”