Saturday,
January 11, 2003
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entertaining I'm up around seven-thirty. It's cold and dreary. SuRu calls around eight says it's cold, it might rain, we decide to stay in the 'hood. I get my stuff together and go to her house. I say let's walk across the creek...and go back by my house so I can get my coffee . I was going to bring it and forgot. Before we are out of her driveway, it starts to rain. Just lightly but like it's serious. We go back to our house and give it up and she turns around and goes back. So, I do some final preparation for the party. Finish off the guest room by carrying out the stuff for the thrift store and stowing it my car. And taking a pile of boxes and bubble wrap to the garage to give my neighbor, sweeping up, straightening. I leave a pile of magazines on the coffee table in there. Some from late 2002 and some from the early '90s. I stash a few things in my office, close the closet doors on the neat piles of boxes, books, bedding, luggage. My office looks like someone set off a bomb in it, but tonight the door will be closed and a sign will identify it as a dog jail and maybe no one will open the door. I also clean off the serving counter in the kitchen (hiding the toasters and the TV) and put a tablecloth on the dining room table. FFP has arranged flowers. The only other thing I have to do is close a few closet doors after we've dressed for the evening and bring out wine to serve later. Maybe I'll go buy some ice, too, if the people giving the benefit don't bring any. I'm laid back about this event. Someone else has collected RSVPs, done the food, planned the evening. We've promised a clean house, wine and wine glasses, flowers and our good cheer. I decide to go get a little exercise and go to the club for 45 minutes on the bike. I decide to forego any weight work except abs. I'll get back on the program (arms, legs, arms, legs) tomorrow. I think it's good to rest a day now and then. I do a few more clean and straighten things when I get home and eat a
clementine, an apple, some broccoli and yellow squash with the remains
of a dip container I want to toss. Then I finish off some tofu salad and
toss that container. FFP has eaten a leftover frozen eggplant parmesan.
This gets the frig looking pretty neat and leaves space for whatever folks
are bringing.
A lazy, rainy afternoon is spent reading the papers with an eye on the clock. The people giving the benefit will arrive at 5:30. Around five I put on nicer clothes and fetch wine out of the cellar, open a red and taste it, pull out some wine glasses. We don't have much to do but soon activity swirls around us. The gals providing food and punch show up. A good friend of ours is doing food and she has made paté, little ceviche cups, prosciutto-wrapped mini breadsticks, dumplings and little goat cheese stuffed pastries. And baklava and truffles for dessert. Needless to say, everyone is pretty charged up by the food. The dancers move furniture around and practice, change to party clothes. Some paying guests show up. People eat and drink. The dancers change and entertain and change again. When everyone leaves, the volunteers and dancers help clean up. Except for drying the glasses and putting them away tomorrow and fetching and opening a number of bottles of wine, my part has been easy. Having said that, I'm tired. I've been on my feet and, I don't know, hosting is enervating. Maybe only for introverts. Outside it's cold and rainy. Maybe I'll sleep in tormorrow.
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once my office at work sported a flamingo collection, but I'm more mature now
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