I do enjoy being asked to a friend's house for dinner. Especially if there's more than Just Me invited. If there's More, then the outing can be Officially Called, 'A Dinner Party' & then when you tell people what you're doing on the weekend, it sounds like you've 'Got a Life'.
Which is a totally stupid thing to say anyway because everyone does have a life whether they like it or not.
Oh God, I must stop stating the Bleeding Obvious.
But before I do, let me just say that I think that one of the most loathsome things you can hurl at someone is, 'Get a Life!'
What are you supposed to say back?
'Thanks for reminding me. I've been meaning to get one of those for a long time. And now I will. Cheers'.
Anyway, here I am on saturday nite cozying up to my friend Sherman's Retro phone in his local bijou apartment.
I was the first to arrive, so Sherman let me play with the phone which is identical to the one we had in my family home when I was growing up. I even dialled my old phone number -FY5502 which made me feel like I really did grow up in another time & in another galaxy.
And, boy did it bring up some Nasty Memories. Like the endless hours I spent as a hapless teenager sitting looking at it & willing it to ring. And then picking up the receiver just to make sure there was a dial tone.
There's not much more that I can say really. Other than to ask you to look at the huge knives that Sherman provided which was Slightly Overkill as we were only eating v. tender chicken medallions. But that's me Being Picky.
I just loved the eclectic mixing of silver candelabra & perhaps eighties dinnerware. And the starched white tablecloth that I promptly spilt red wine on .
I personally never use tablecloths. I haven't got the requisite laundry facilities to Service a Tablecloth. I just use mats.
While we're on the topic of 'Dinner Parties', I'm pleased to announce that my Sunday Nite 'Mad Men' dinner will Officially Resume on February 25, with the airing of Season 3. About time too.
I seem to have a Summer Cold. I would like to slap someone across the face with a Wet Flounder.