March Band

So, I'm participating, with Beth, Don, Heather and Kathleen in The Forced March, a month-long blog throughout March, conceived by people (undoubtedly in a bar in NYC, but I wasn't there) to get these formerly-blogging members of a certain circle of friends off their stagnant butts. We'll try to blog something interesting daily. Yell at me if I don't. Pardon me if it's not riveting every day, though.

Since today kicks off March, and I've got 71 minutes to go today (one benefit of living out west -- three extra blogging hours), here goes:

Maggie and I got an invite to a party at one of her co-workers' houses this past Saturday, for the occasion of the birthday of the fairer half of that couple. The theme of the party was "potluck dinner", and everyone brought a dish. The dish, however, was supposed to have some sort of movie-theme to go along with it, so no bringing Grandma's apple-brown-betty recipe, unless Grandma was Hedy Lamarr or something. (and if so, wow.)

We discussed a lot of things, including "50 Eggs", a plate of "Royales with cheese" (or perhaps Big Kahuna-burgers), or lime jello shots, labeled "Soylent Green". Jello molds bring all kinds of movie-scenes into the possible food spectrum.

We settled on "Dry White Toast, Four Fried Chickens, and a Coke." We punked out on actually making the fried chicken in volume, and just picked up Popeye's in the Mission, so it was warm. I did make the toast myself, though, in advance, since I figured it was just garnish, and nobody was gonna eat it. Some did, though, with the chicken curry that someone brought (yeah, I dunno either... maybe "Slumdog?" BollyWood, definitely.) The Coke was Mexican Coke, in glass bottles, and it went fast. Hipsters like Mexican Coke. A lot.

The party was AWESOME, by the way. Other dishes included "The Sliders of the Lambs" (lamb mini-burgers, and a ketchup dispenser labeled "it puts the lotion on it's bun"), a cake that looked like the Monolith from 2001, The spaghetti recipe from The Godfather, The Lord of the Onion Rings, "Like Water for Chocolate" (pellegrino and a cake), some "Troop Beverly Hills" bake-sale goods (it's girlscout cookie time), and a guy making wicked-good "French 75's" (a cocktail that I'd forgotten was in Casablanca, but I'll remember now. Made with champagne, gin, lemon juice, and sugar, it would be right at home at a Zuckerland summer party. Yum.)

Oh, also, Eric brought an "American Pie." I'm not sure whether Eric's a method actor, but the desert looked the part.

But the best part of the evening was when the host had us step outside and a Dixieland band came strolling up the street to serenade the birthday girl. Afterward, they came inside (it was chilly), and entertained us for awhile. They even did a Weezer cover!

I encourage people to comment here with what movie-food we should take next time. I like the idea of anthropomorphizing the "Let's All Go to the Lobby" foodstuffs somehow:

SF is growing on us. We still miss NYC, but stuff (and friends) like this are making us like here a lot, too.