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Last night we had an interesting evening down at Lydia's house. She had a BBQ (read: bonfire), since you have to have food present in order for a fire not to be illegal. It was kinda crazy, we burned large doors and railings and other large pieces of wood. Ian, Mary Anne, and I all got to dance over the fire on large pieces of wood (before they burnt, of course). It makes me vow to make it to Burning Man this year. The other party highlight I'll share was when a fireman walked through her house into the backyard and was calmly investigating the fire while the party all but ignored him. Yes, then we had 15 minutes to put it out. They were really rather cool about it.
Today was Mary Anne's thesis reading, which went rather well, I thought. The half I saw only had two fiction writers, and I realized how much more I like to listen to fiction than poetry. El got Kaylie (Lydia's daughter) to throw olive pits at grad students during lunch, much to the horror of Lydia and Mary Anne. I laughed really hard, watching Kaylie and El scurry off into the woods as Lydia charged after them, shouting, "You'd *better* run!". No, there were no hurt feelings or grad students.
Tonight, we're off to the "Salute to Masturbation" film/party at the Parkway, hosted by Carol Queen.