Finally! "I can't believe we're in the basement!" Josh says this all the time, because after two years of destruction, construction, dead rats (in days-of-the-week underwear nests), Gatsby-era electrical re-wiring, poured concrete, priming & painting, and decorating, the drywall dust has cleared, and the basement is not only habitable (housing two refugees from Sellwood), but suitable for a party. And not just a "hey, wanna see the basement after dinner upstairs" walk-through, but a g.d red-blooded American 60's-themed cocktail party!
Where once roamed rats now recline friends (sure, rats can be friends and friends can be rats, but here I'm exulting the glory of the hopes and dreams of our hosts for a swingin' pad in these wingin' times).
The Style Network missed out on this transformation (no, I'm sure everyone loves seeing Tempest Bledsoe again...). The Food Network could've done an hour on the hors d'ouevres (no, the Neelys are a delight!). E! Entertainment blew their shot at an Emmy for "Confirmed Bachelors of Clackamas County" (sorry, we couldn't secure a permit for Kardashians -- the stairway's too narrow).
Well, who needs 'em? We've got a blog. Canapes anyone?
