Some women make being a hostess look easy, but I’m not one of them. I’m all thumbs, and no matter how much I plan ahead, something unexpected happens. This time I managed a fire and a flood.
My home filled with writers celebrating our friendships and the Christmas season. We chatted about the manuscripts we’re working on, the scenes that keep us awake at night and the story ideas that haunt our dreams. We talked about courses and conferences, of success and failure and what it all means to us. Words like Amazon, algorithms, going Indie, becoming a hybrid and my favorite – going on a retreat – danced in the air. And yes, even the lowly comma got its due.
For my part, I tried my darndest to make everyone feel comfortable. My Christmas tree sat in the corner, lit up and sparkling. The second episode of Netlix’s crackling fire played on the big screen with music playing the background. The coffee pot remained full and hot. Delicious food and bottles of sparkling pomegranate juice covered the kitchen table. The smell of fresh baking hung in the air.
But gatherings never go exactly as planned. First, the door to our gated community broke, so I kept running outside to the front of the complex to let people in.
Then one visitor lit a napkin on fire (note to self – never put an open flame on a buffet again, ever…note never, no matter how pretty you might think it looks). She says her sweater sleeve survived.
Then a guest poured herself a cup of tea, lifted her cup and the bottom fell out. Seriously. She had a bottomless cup! Tea streamed onto her saucer and from there onto the table leaving her unscathed. I could have died on the spot, but she, like the fire lady was most gracious.
We all gathered around the broken china cup and puddle of tea and laughed. We now have a story to tell about Jo-Ann’s party. …after all the bottom fell out of it <grin>. (note to self – do not keep cracked china even if you like the pattern and it has sentimental value).
With three blunders under my belt, I felt it time to relax and I did. There’s nothing better than sharing laughter with friends. I had a wonderful time. Merry Christmas.What about you? Do you have a horror story to tell?
P.S. – btw I’m looking for guests for my Friday spots. Contact me, if you’d like to write a post.