I had a dinner party last night for my friends Tom and Stacy who are in town from Tucson for the holidays. There were eight of us and two babies. Dinner was pretty good, considering I threw together the menu a few hours before everyone showed up.
I really enjoy entertaining people. (For dinner, I mean. I’m a terrible juggler and even worse at impressions.) I love having people over for dinner and conversation and the obligatory stomping of cheerios into dust on my kitchen floor. Luckily, Cheerio dust is the exact color of my tile.
I consider myself a generally good hostess, except when people regularly ignore my invitations to dinner. Then I feel self-conscious and awkward.
I want to read Amy Sedaris’ new book, I Like You. It seems right up my alley. I added it to my wish list this morning.