Good weave, bad attitude.

Yesterday afternoon Scott and I headed downtown to my friend/coworker Adam's place in High Park for a potluck dinner party. Also in attendance were Christopherr, Lulu, Lulu's sister Tuctic, Karem, and her partner Irving. Not to be forgotten, Adam's lovely cat Speck.

We presented ourselves at 5:30, as per the invitation (this was a classy event), potato soup and mixed greens salad as our offerings. Karem and her super cool partner Irving were already there so after we unloaded the food and wine, we caught up on the latest news and gossip and took a tour of Adam's sweet pad. The first bottle of wine was soon opened and finished...not long after Lulu, Chris and her sister appeared with more food, and more wine.

Bottle of wines #2, #3, and #4 somehow disappeared over a sophisticated cheese plate and fresh bread and Karem's mom's top secret Chilean dip (not sure how to describe it...something like salsa, but less tomato, more kick, and a million times better). As I started heating the potato soup and chopping up the tomatoes and avocado for the salad, I saw the lone bottle of red sitting on the counter. Could it be? Surely not! One bottle of wine left for dinner and 8 people? With the richness of the food, the wine was flowing freely. Action must be taken to rectify this.

Scott and Irving were sent on a wine mission to the LCBO. They did not disappoint, reappearing within 20 minutes with 5 or 6 more bottles of wine. Dinner was served, bottles #5 - #8 were enjoyed over Adam's incredible home baked bread, my potato soup (recipe c/o the Domestic Goddess), mixed green salad, savory roast chicken and root vegetables. We wisely decided to take a break between dinner and dessert and went outside for more conversation and to polish off what was left in our wine glasses. I think that Adam and Irving may have been a bit scandalized by the drunken ladies in their midst. I know Scott and Christopherr are used to our antics, so they remained unphased.

When Adam's neighbour slammed her window shut, we took the hint and went inside. A fine dinner is not complete without dessert, and Karem blew the doors off with her Tiramisu made with 7-year-old rum. She kept threatening to make it with less rum next time...blasphemy! I'm not sure what my favourite part of the evening was, but it was a lot of fun. Scott, designated driver for the evening, steered me towards the car at 1am. I don't know where the evening went, but good times and food were had by all. I am also very thankful that Adam sent us all home with the leftover bread he made as it aided in my recovery efforts today (excellent soaker upper of all of that wine in my system!).