Is it hot enough for pizza?
Jul. 2nd, 2002 10:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magidLast night while people were over, I got a call from a woman in the minyan I don't know, asking me to a party/dinner to celebrate the marriage of 2 people I barely know (by sight, pretty much). For some reason, I said yes (well, the lack of other plans to night probably had something to do with it).
I showed up at the appointed time, and was of course far too early. I felt awkward, since I didn't know the people there. This was not helped by the geography of the basement apartment, which was long and thin and hard to navigate with all the furniture in it. People started arriving, and I realized that although I recognized a handful of them, I didn't know any of them, except for two guys I used to be closer friends with. I tried my usual tactic of retreating to the kitchen, but that pretty much failed, since it was an assemble-a-pizza sort of thing. So I did chat with some people, but it felt really strange, knowing nothing about them when everyone else was comfortable with one another. I think the gf of one of the guys I knew was also a bit uncomfortable in the same way... we ended up talking, and I think they might come over sometime (after their vacation in Russia). Plus, there was a lot of the "Jewish geography" sort of conversation ("How do you know so-and-so?" "Where did you learn?" etc, rather than conversation about ssomething), or chitchat about people I don't know, most of the time.
Drip drip drip. Sweating. Not quite as bad as at the Kendall Cafe, but it came close, even with the fans on, since the oven was on pretty high for the pizza. I finally got tired of pretending to be at the edges of conversation, made my thank yous and good nights, and headed home (sorely disappointed that it wasn't just a little bit cooler outside...). I still don't know why I was invited. It's been a long time since I've noticed feeling so out of place at an event, either.
(Side note: I've never thought of avocado, or raisins, or pine nuts as toppings for pizza. Oh, and having pizza toppings out for a couple of hours in a hot kitchen on a hot night can lead to pre-melted cheese....)
[later addendum: and it sounds like I missed a fun evening at the Diesel for this, too. Dang.]
I showed up at the appointed time, and was of course far too early. I felt awkward, since I didn't know the people there. This was not helped by the geography of the basement apartment, which was long and thin and hard to navigate with all the furniture in it. People started arriving, and I realized that although I recognized a handful of them, I didn't know any of them, except for two guys I used to be closer friends with. I tried my usual tactic of retreating to the kitchen, but that pretty much failed, since it was an assemble-a-pizza sort of thing. So I did chat with some people, but it felt really strange, knowing nothing about them when everyone else was comfortable with one another. I think the gf of one of the guys I knew was also a bit uncomfortable in the same way... we ended up talking, and I think they might come over sometime (after their vacation in Russia). Plus, there was a lot of the "Jewish geography" sort of conversation ("How do you know so-and-so?" "Where did you learn?" etc, rather than conversation about ssomething), or chitchat about people I don't know, most of the time.
Drip drip drip. Sweating. Not quite as bad as at the Kendall Cafe, but it came close, even with the fans on, since the oven was on pretty high for the pizza. I finally got tired of pretending to be at the edges of conversation, made my thank yous and good nights, and headed home (sorely disappointed that it wasn't just a little bit cooler outside...). I still don't know why I was invited. It's been a long time since I've noticed feeling so out of place at an event, either.
(Side note: I've never thought of avocado, or raisins, or pine nuts as toppings for pizza. Oh, and having pizza toppings out for a couple of hours in a hot kitchen on a hot night can lead to pre-melted cheese....)
[later addendum: and it sounds like I missed a fun evening at the Diesel for this, too. Dang.]