Despite the vicissitudes of the last couple of months, in a fit of bravado I decided to go forward with the 2nd Annual Cinco de Mayo party at my place. So, despite being broke, broken-hearted (well, not TERRIBLY, but still), overworked and yet underemployed ~ I'm throwing a shindig. What the hell, the show must go on. That's why God gave us credit cards, right?

So the whirlwind begins: loads of laundry, vacuuming, scrubbing, shoving stuff into closets and drawers, shopping, making lists of all the items that I'm otherwise sure to forget to do.

The most ridiculous part of the whole thing is that when I sent out my email invitations I included the stupid phrase "RSVP regrets only." With the predictable result that I really have no idea who is actually going to show up. So I need to err on the side of bounty. And there's an equally strong likelihood that I'll be sitting around at 8:30pm, surrounded by food and beverage galore, worrying that no one will ever arrive.

On the upside, I'm looking forward to another fascinating exercise in bring together very separate parts of my life. The friends I know from one time and place rarely overlap with those from others. I have friends from school, work, church. Friends ten years older and ten years younger. In the abstract I find it very difficult to imagine these disparate streams merging, and yet in practice it tends to go swimmingly. I get a real kick out of watching the different pieces of my puzzle fit together.

All the rest of the year, my friends are generous with their hospitality. Once a year, at least, I ought to be able to return the favor. Even if it has to be a Cinco de Mayo party that takes place on the 4th.

12:17:55 AM    please comment []