The party itself was pretty par for the course. I ended up spending most of my time chatting and debating with Christina about various issues. We began by talking about our respective neices/nephews (2nd cousins in her case) and then moved on to political topics like gay marriage, abortion, faith healing, and all sorts of assorted gobbilygook. There's nothing I like better than a good argument about issues of the day. I look at it like a war game almost. The idea is to build walls of logic and rhetoric and then assault the other person's position with the same. Eventually you can trim away all the excess and sophistry and see just where the crux of the argument is and it often ends up as a single piece of unparseable belief. We come up with plenty of reasons to support, justify and defend what we believe but there's usually a core that stands on its own it's almost like faith.
It wouldn't surprise me at all to discover that she probably found me a bit tedious by the end of all of this but I found it entertaining. The major other thing to be done at one of the Bills' parties other than chitchat is to play board/card games and I'm just not as interested as I used to be. I did end up joining in for a game of Dominion and it was sort of interesting to see all the new cards. Two expansions have come and pass since the last time I had played it but I was still able to pull out a win.
At one point in the night I was also introduced to Cookie Potter. One of the items brought to the party was a box of bakery cookies which included various whimsical designs ranging from the classic smiley face, to big bird, to the dog from Blue's Clues and also one with the face of Harry Potter, lightning scar and all. I lamented the fact that I didn't have a camera handy to take a picture and then had a discussion with Bill S arguing that great-looking cookies/cupcakes are better than great-tasting ones. The crux of my argument depends on the fact that even average cookies/cupcakes are pretty good and you usually have to really foul it up spectacularly to have me not like them. As such, the decoration on them is more important since it ranges so widely.
By the end of the night, no one had seen fit to eat Cookie Potter, no doubt unable to bring themselves to bite into his smiling face. I ended up taking him home with me, figuring I'd snap a picture of him the next day. It was a chilly night and the drive home was sort of unpleasant as my fingers on the steering wheel got tingly and I again considered the ridiculousness of wearing sandals in the snow for the sole reason of not wanting to go find shoes. Around halfway home, while alternating hands on the wheel to try to keep the circulation going, I noticed some red and blue flashing lights in my rear-view mirror. I can't even remember the last time I was pulled over by the cops and considering how seldom I go out to begin with, it was something like a lightning strike. I was told that I was going 64 in a 45 mile per hour zone (The sooner to get to some place warm) and that one of the headlights on the car was out (I later found out that my sister whose car I was driving had been aware of the issue for ages and had simply chosen not to do anything about it and not tell me about it either). I also wasn't wearing a seatbelt (which I never do) and while he didn't mention it specifically, I figured chances were good I was going to get screwed for that too. Luckily for me, I had actually brought all my identification with me (often times not bothering) and had my get out of jail free card. It's a solid metal card which claims I'm the relative of a police officer (I'm not) and will usually let you out of anything short of killing someone. It's never a guarantee but I figure if you don't cop an attitude or do something else to tick the officer off, it's a pretty sure bet. A few minutes later I was on my way.
The next day I rummaged around trying to find my digital camera only to discover that Shelley had never returned either it or the Flip Mino to me after her trip abroad a few months ago. That meant that Cookie Potter was unable to get his closeup. I went downstairs later in the day to find Cookie Potter dead, with only a few chunks remaining. I immediately suspected murder as the cause but was told that in fact he had been accidentally knocked off the table and what was left was all that had remained on the plastic plate and thus could be salvaged. I've still got the chunk of his face sitting on my dresser right now. Maybe I'll just keep him there as a good luck charm.