What if I ask my guests to come dressed as their favorite pairs?
That does make it dumb, doesn't it.
I love having parties, but I also hate having parties.
In the days and hours leading up to any gathering for which I am the hostess I think:
Nobody's going to come.
I don't think I have enough food.
I'm going to run out of beverages.
I'm sure nobody's coming.
This food is gross.
I'm the only person in this town who even likes blue cheese.
I have no friends.
Nobody likes me.
Of course, my friends come and I don't run out of anything and I spend the evening with interesting people and hear interesting stories but then I also usually say something that sounds dumb or lame and reveal myself as a Lord of the Rings loving, Star Wars watching, SciFi loving, Celebrity Gossiping, bad housekeeping, impatient, non-spiritual, gas guzzler who uses plastic grocery sacks and disposable diapers and sometimes forgets that not everybody wants to hear about my funny cute kids but I don't really have much else to talk about because I don't really do much else besides a doing bad job at keeping house and keeping my patience in check and reading too many books.
I feel like having a Valentine's Day Party.
