In the wake of the Olympics (sob), I had a weekend of various life-stage parties: a 10-year NYC anniversary (mine)/birthday (my roommate’s)/lease re-signing (my apartment’s) party, a 50th wedding anniversary bash, and a first birthday party.
At our small house party someone arrived bearing (ha, ha–I promise that was accidental) vodka-infused gummy bears. I didn’t actually try any, but they did look colorful and intriguing. However, they are now in two jars in our kitchen and have taken the form of solid-block-of-fused-together-candy. What’s the group name for bears? Apparently, it’s a “sloth” or a “sleuth.” The group name for candy? Let’s go with a “handful.” So we have great handfuls of gummies sleuthing around on our counter; they are, I hope, trying to figure out what to do with themselves.
At the 50th anniversary, I danced to Russian pop songs, did shots of wine and then water, and tried to catch what everyone around me was saying. After leaving for a walk to the (Brighton) beach, I returned to find that the house band had changed out of its formalwear and every member was now wearing a striped shirt and sailor hat. (Group name for sailors: crew.)
At the first birthday, which took place the day after the anniversary party and two days after my house received large stores of spiked gummy bears (the group name for anything gelatinous should probably fall in line with the group name for jellyfish: a SMACK), I was tired. So I sat down on the floor and just watched as a dozen babies/toddlers between 7 months and 18 months maneuvered around me and occasionally over/on me. The group name options are many, but let’s go with crawl. A crawl of babies to close out the weekend.
