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It was a rainy day at a BBQ...
Jul. 17th, 2005 | 10:22 am
One of my old high school slash middle school friends threw a BBQ last night with her new love and his two-and-a-half year old son. Unfortunately the rain persisted, but Magda, being the trooper that she is, insisted she had spent "way too much time preparing food," and that the BBQ was "on no matter what," so she'd see me at 5:30 p.m.
At 7:00, fashionably late, Maria, Kat and I pulled into a hidden Toronto cul-de-sac where people are actually allowed to park on the street for free. This neighbourhood is one of Toronto's best-kept secrets. The front yard was long and hid the house, while the backyard was a slope of forest that wound itself twenty feet up, ensuring complete privacy.
Magda threw open the door before we could even knock, and we had a right happy little reunion, not having seen each other since February. Inside was a slightly different story. As predicted, the only single and cute guys were the two year olds romping around the house with their Monster Trucks and stuffed animals. There were two other couples there, as well as a single guy whose name I think was Jonathan. Having predicted the company of about ten people I wasn't upset, despite the fact that us drinking out of a beer bottle seemed to clear the room. I was there to see Magda, but I felt horrible for her. Over twenty of her friends had said they would show up, and none of them even called to explain their absences. Magz worked so hard getting all of this food ready; there was fresh watermelon, strawberries, blueberries and honeydew, party mix, nachos and homemade dip, spicy tortillas, cookies, veggies and dip, a delicious homemade raisin salad and macaroni salad, and the most delicious, thick and fat, homemade burgers smothered in Diana sauce, grilled to perfection, on the softest sesame seed buns imaginable.
It was too bad, because you could tell Magz was excited at the prospect of seeing her girls. Yet despite the no-shows she worked her butt off, making sure those that were there had a great time. She was the Martha Stewart of BBQ's. The slightly off thing was that her boyfriend's son clung to her side, more so than to his dad's. It was quite a happy little family. I felt out of place, as did Maria and Kat as they later confessed. I couldn't imagine myself being in that situation: taking care of my boyfriend's kid and knowing that his ex hates you and will do anything to make sure you're as far removed as possible. Magda realizes the kid's mom will always have to be around, and it tears her up, yet she keeps truckin'. I tell ya, love makes you crazy.
Leaving the BBQ slightly early, my friends and I managed to lift our own battered spirits over Vince Vaughn, Owen Wilson and some Kool-Aid slushies. That's the great thing about being single: your happiness depends on you, and only you.
At 7:00, fashionably late, Maria, Kat and I pulled into a hidden Toronto cul-de-sac where people are actually allowed to park on the street for free. This neighbourhood is one of Toronto's best-kept secrets. The front yard was long and hid the house, while the backyard was a slope of forest that wound itself twenty feet up, ensuring complete privacy.
Magda threw open the door before we could even knock, and we had a right happy little reunion, not having seen each other since February. Inside was a slightly different story. As predicted, the only single and cute guys were the two year olds romping around the house with their Monster Trucks and stuffed animals. There were two other couples there, as well as a single guy whose name I think was Jonathan. Having predicted the company of about ten people I wasn't upset, despite the fact that us drinking out of a beer bottle seemed to clear the room. I was there to see Magda, but I felt horrible for her. Over twenty of her friends had said they would show up, and none of them even called to explain their absences. Magz worked so hard getting all of this food ready; there was fresh watermelon, strawberries, blueberries and honeydew, party mix, nachos and homemade dip, spicy tortillas, cookies, veggies and dip, a delicious homemade raisin salad and macaroni salad, and the most delicious, thick and fat, homemade burgers smothered in Diana sauce, grilled to perfection, on the softest sesame seed buns imaginable.
It was too bad, because you could tell Magz was excited at the prospect of seeing her girls. Yet despite the no-shows she worked her butt off, making sure those that were there had a great time. She was the Martha Stewart of BBQ's. The slightly off thing was that her boyfriend's son clung to her side, more so than to his dad's. It was quite a happy little family. I felt out of place, as did Maria and Kat as they later confessed. I couldn't imagine myself being in that situation: taking care of my boyfriend's kid and knowing that his ex hates you and will do anything to make sure you're as far removed as possible. Magda realizes the kid's mom will always have to be around, and it tears her up, yet she keeps truckin'. I tell ya, love makes you crazy.
Leaving the BBQ slightly early, my friends and I managed to lift our own battered spirits over Vince Vaughn, Owen Wilson and some Kool-Aid slushies. That's the great thing about being single: your happiness depends on you, and only you.