Day 26 – Dinner party time – Who would you invite? What music is playing? What are you eating? Is there entertainment? Let your imagination go wild!
I hate dinner parties. There, I said it. I stubbornly refuse to accept I am an adult who should do grown up things like host dinner parties. I roll my eyes and huff and puff like a teenager when Rob suggests inviting some friends round for dinner. I love cooking, but I hate the pressure of cooking for guests. It fills me with fear – What if I burn dinner? What if I give them food poisoning? Do I have to be the perfect hostess like Bree Van De Kamp? Why cant we all just go to the pub instead?
Enough about me, I am working on my fear of hosting dinner parties/being old and boring. In the mean time Rob cooks for our guests, and we call it a “meal” rather than a “dinner party”. Its just a little psychological play on words to make me feel better.
So for a fantasy dinner party. I would not cook. Nah, sod that. We would get some pizzas or Nandos delivered, or have some posh buffet type nibbles to pick at (miniature everything!) The guests would be Keith Richards, Courtney Love, Jim Morrison, Keith Moon, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrick, Jonny Depp, Dave Grohl, Cara Delevingne, Rihanna, Rob and me.
To be honest it would be more like a massive piss up than a dinner party. With no awkward small talk or putting the world to right style debates about property prices and politics. The booze would keep flowing, everyone would share stories and just have a right laugh. Also, it would not be hosted at my house, as I would not want anyone being sick in my bathroom. No thank you.
Then after eating we would all move on to a pub and then a club afterwards. The club would be a perfect indie dive bar like they used to have them in the 90’s, complete with sticky floors and dodgy loos, with great tunes playing until 3am. Plus the next day I would wake up fresh as a daisy and hangover free. Perfect!