Before I begin let me reiterate George’s last post. We suck. We’re going to do better. We apologize.
That said, I have some stories about life at Cornell! So recently the dorm that I live in decided to throw a 1920’s themed party, complete with themed mocktails and music. Well, supposedly. The actual party that the dorm threw ended up being mostly a flop, as I heard later from a number of sources. Mostly people used the opportunity to dress up in their best flapper/ dapper attire and then drink in their rooms with a group of friends. So, obviously, Alyx, Maxwell (my new roommate), and a few others decided to throw our own party in our room. We had originally only planned to have a few people, so we weren’t really planning much, maybe a playlist of 20’s jazz into modern jazz-pop, but then we received an email from someone who lives in the dorm, who was planning the major dance, who we hate, explaining that she didn’t have a car but needed to pick up the catering order. That gave us an idea, as Maxwell has a car. No, we were not going to drive her to pick up the food, but instead we would buy our own food for our party and instead invite many more people than we had originally intended. We went out and bought some shrimp for shrimp cocktail, crackers, cheeses, scones, macaroons, chips, chocolates, caviar, and more for this party. We didn’t buy any drinks, because we planned this with another room that we would be the food and they would be the drink, just to keep it separated (to discourage a mass of people in one room or the other). And the party was a success! Renee was in charge of the drink room, and Tex compared me and her to Gatsby and Maxwell to Nick Carraway, and the names kind of stuck for the night. When people left to go get drinks from upstairs, Maxwell and I locked the door so that only Alyx, Tex, two other friends and the two of us were left. Back-story before continuing, Maxwell went to Ireland over winter break and brought back something that we had wanted to try for over a year. Absinthe.
The proper method for drinking absinthe is with an absinthe spoon, ice water and an absinthe glass and prepared in a certain way as to bring out the anise flavors and make the 150 proof (70% alcohol) drink more enjoyable. That’s the French method. The Bohemian method involves fire, but since we live in a dorm, we decided against that. We only had four glasses, so Maxwell, Tex, Alyx and I had a glass of absinthe. It’s interesting, and I can imagine that in other drinks it might be better, but I personally dislike the taste of anise, which is like licorice, so it might not be the drink for me. We tried an absinthe lemonade later in the night, and that was quite enjoyable, so perhaps we will try that in the future. Anyway, the night from there continued that Tex disappeared, Alyx fell asleep, Maxwell ran around playing “Careless Whisper” on his trombone at midnight, and I followed along and just laughed at the whole situation.
Later in the week, it was Maxwell’s birthday, so Alyx and I decided to throw him a birthday brunch! The three of us drove to the supermarket and picked out some great breakfast foods, like bacon, lox, bagels, eggs, cake. We ended up making a quiche, and it turned out pretty nicely! Maxwell invited over some friends, so it ended up being just the five of us eating all of this food, but that was fine, because it fed us for the entire day.
What I’ve come to realize is this: I really like catering. The menu design, set up, management, and entire process behind it all is incredibly fun. I’ve done a few real catering events in life before, and I know that I’ve kind of headed down that route a bit, but this is helping to solidify that event planning and catering might be the route I want to take!
I’ll See You,