Well, the Mars idea was a nice one. But it didn't happen.
We discovered something else instead: the Insta-Dinner Party. It went something like this:
1. Receive call from husband at cool party you can't go to because you are home with The Princess. Say, yes, of course you'd love to see some friends who are also there, come on over!
2. Realizing that bundling up The Princess enough to endure the x-minus degrees outside would take an hour or so, decide you'll have to make do with what you have for dinner.
3. Scour pantry for pseudo hors d'oeuvrey things. Find olives, wasabi peas, some crackers and a jar of artichoke spread. Place on elegant but tarnished silver dishes.
4. Chill beer that you forgot was in bottom of The Princess' stroller from the last time it was warm enough to actually leave the apartment and shop.
5. Set table with mix of everyday dishes and good silver. Add crisp linens usually reserved for Easter dinner and such. Uneartth fancy chopsticks purchased in Chinatown four years ago but never used. Place on plates.
6. Load CD player with mix of Sinatra, some R&B and a little piano music. Set to random.
7. Throw all toys and baby equipment into master bath where no guests are likely to go, trying to remember to move them later so you don't trip in the dark and wake up Princess. Dim lights to disguise dust. Clean other bathroom sink and mirrors but skip the tub.
8. Order Thai food just as friends arrive.
9. Drink, eat, laugh and love. Relax. This is actually a good time.
Even The Princess seemed to enjoy herself, as she went to sleep with barely a protest, leaving Friday night to the grown-ups.
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