Word has clearly gotten out that I’m desperate for dinner party guests.
This morning a friend generously offered to supply me with a vetted crew of entertaining guests – “insta-guests” guaranteed to have a good time.
“I’ve got a group of friends who get together for dinner parties already. I’m sure they’d be happy to come to yours,” she said. “They’re a fun bunch.”
Although I’d love to meet her friends, I’m happy to announce that my friends have re-worked their priorities and responded favorably to my dinner invitation. On top of that, my daughters’ music teacher Mr. Di Franco (and his significant other) has agreed to be our not-so-mystery guest.
I’m excited about the eclectic mix of guests — if everyone shows up, we’ll have a professional photographer, a musician, a writer and cook, a blogger, a film critic, a web marketer and other interesting folks. Hopefully, they’ll all get along — and if they don’t, that will be interesting too.
But now I have the opposite problem — too many people are coming to my dinner party.
The idea was to host an intimate gathering of eight (including me and Avo), which means six guests. Since I panicked that nobody would come, I ended up inviting ten people, rather than six. Two people have declined the invitation, and I haven’t yet heard from OTBKB’s own Louise Crawford and her hubby. But at this point, the other eight are planning to come. So it will be dinner for ten — or twelve.
Unfortunately, even when it’s folded out to its largest size, our dinner table only sits eight. So it will be a very intimate dinner indeed!
No more reservations are being accepted at Casa Undomesticated Me. I promise I’ll have you over for dinner — some other time.