Mary Tyler Jeff

The longer I know Jeffrey, the more his life reminds me of "The Mary Tyler Moore Show."

Remember how she was always having those parties of hers, and something would always go wrong at the last minute?

You cannot go to one of Jeffrey's parties and not think of Mary Tyler Moore. Not if you grew up in the Seventies anyway.

He had his housewarming party this past Friday for his new apartment in San Leandro, which was a great opportunity for me to unload my old dinette table that I've had since forever.

I told him "Jeffrey, take the table. You need someplace for canapés. You can't just leave a box of Wheat Thins and a salami on the coffee table. You're not in college anymore."

So he took the table off my hands. That was Wednesday night, but that was apparently all the party prep he did before the guests arrived.

See he and Amber were gonna leave work together in her car and stop at the Albertson's, but Amber parked her car in a tow-away zone. Then they finally got the car out of the impound lot on Shattuck, and Amber took a wrong turn and ended up driving to the Oakland Airport.

I guess I never thought about this before, but when you drive to the airport, you can't turn around. You just have to keep going to the terminal and then work your way back to the freeway.

So they were late getting back to San Leandro. Real late.

The guests were showing up, and Jeffrey still had a sink full of dirty dishes and underpants on the floor.

But everything worked out. Everybody brought food. We were a little low on cutlery, so somebody ran to the store.

I think in all the excitement though maybe we forgot to feed the cat, cause it seemed like everytime I turned around Gremio was face down in the garlic hummus dip.

Kurt "big daddy" True
27 august 2006