I mentioned a few weeks ago, when I was giving you a writing update, that Kamel and I had made 5 family-style goals for 2012. One of them is to finally finish my little collection of stories (it’s coming along! Inch by inch – quality first, finishing second). Another one is to host my parties. Four to be exact, one every quarter (2nd quarter is going to be a trick with how much we’re traveling… but we’ll figure something out).
Part of the reason for this goal is the challenge. It’s hard to invite people over. It’s hard to come up with some sort of fun theme, it’s hard to scrub the house from top to bottom before they arrive, devote an entire weekend day to prepping and hosting. It’s very easy for us to hide in our gave, sitting beside each other on the couch, each plugging away at our own activities (like what’s happening right now). Inviting people over, and having them actually show up, is really validating.
This weekend’s get together, with only a few guests left (hi Chad and Amanda!) rounding out the evening with wine, singstar, and Adele.
The other part of why we’re attempting to be the hosts(esses) with the mosts(esses) is a celebration of how much more SPACE we have. And it’s not even like we have an extra bedroom, or an extra floor. But we have the space to have 8-10 people over (as long as some are cool with sitting on the floor), whereas in our last place having 2 others in the living room was pushing it.
And isn’t it kind of awesome being invited to things? We’ve only really started having people over since December and it feels really excellent to be the ones inviting. To cook food for others, to host a group gab session where people meet new people, laugh over common ground, drink wine, eat more, share desserts, rock out to some karaoke and hi-ya to some badass full-body fruit ninja.
Yes the next morning the kitchen was a disaster. Yes we did use every single bowl and plate we owned. But no one spilled on the floor, they drank almost all of the wine, ate every single spoon-full of my homemade chili and every square of the homemade cornbread (except one… which Kamel ate for breakfast). And we had so much fun. Goal number 2 for the year is well on its way!