My friend Kelly just cooked dinner for twelve of us at the apartment she shares with Deena and their two kittens. Kelly wanted to make a traditional British Roast Dinner for us all, the sort my mother also made in my half-British family. She did an excellent job of it. And it was one of those meals where everyone is sitting around a table with their friends, laughing and chatting and passing side dishes.
The other neat aspect was that we were sitting around a table outside, on the grass in the courtyard of Lincoln Place. Very California, to be able to hold dinner parties outside. It was wonderful though. It was very much a Tribe moment, with a crew of totally random people gathered for dinner. I was really happy to be part of that group. And dinner was excellent, and everyone really enjoyed the traditional English artery-clogging trifle that I made for dessert, with real real cream-and-egg-yolk custard over the sponge cake/jam/raspberry mix.
Does everyone know what those moments are like? When you look up and are totally surrounded by the family you’ve built for yourself in a new place? When you look up, and are surrounded by a half dozen or more of your friends,and are part of this thrown-together community in a huge city, and are able to say, yes, this is my tribe, these are the people I love? I’ve been lucky in that I do have a lot of moments like that. It’s a nice thing to have as part of my life.
So with that, I’m happy. And now I can go to sleep, and get up tomorrow, and push my week forward. I have decided I’ll try to stay in L.A. until early 2007 now. If I’m lucky, I’ll be here, with the same extended group of friends from that table and beyond, until it’s time for me to move on to the next place.