It was the first dinner party in the house. I have lived there maybe 10 months, but have been so busy with family and other duties that there has not been much opportunity for fun things like dinner parties, or parties or lots of company. Well, that has changed. I have always enjoyed having friends over, and now that my plate is clear, it is time to start that back up.
And some people enjoy having company more than being company. I enjoy seeing my friends, but if I can have them over to my house, even better. As long as they are not allergic to cats, we will have a great time.
So dinner was made, pot roast with all the fixings- I am a very Southern cook and enjoy southern food. And friends were coming over. There was talking, laughing, stories told, some business and wine. As any good dinner party goes, most conversation ends up in the kitchen, or around the dinner table. Indeed, after much of the meal was done, friends still lingered in the kitchen area. The comfy couch and living room was only briefly enjoyed before the food was ready. And also the magnificent deck.
We all have the need to make were we live, our house, a home. And the only way to do that, as far as I am concerned, is to have a place filled with love, with laughter, friends and family. And since I moved into that beautiful house, that is exactly what I wanted. And now that is exactly what I have.
And when it was all said and done, everyone was full, and we talked and laughed even more. then there were hugs and goodbyes and then dishes. And then, after everyone had left, after the table cleared off and the counters wiped off, I looked down. And there I was, still standing in my pajamas. Yes, I had completely forgotten to change clothes and hosted the entire dinner party…in my pajamas.
Thankfully my guest were too graceful or shocked to mention it. Or perhaps thought they were lounging clothes and I was trying to be chic. Or maybe they just thought I was a bit of a ditz and forgot to change clothes. Either way, everyone had a good time. Proof, once again, that my life is a sitcom.
I can hear you laughing…
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