Last night’s dinner party was quite a success, I reckon. By the time I got home from work, my flat was already full of people, and the cooking was well under way. My job was to basically drink and be charming. Not a problem, especially the first one.
Somehow I still ended up having to whisk a shitload of double cream for one of the desserts, which made me put an electric whisk onto my list-of-things-to-buy. Seriously, doing it manually is an absolute killer.
We pretty much drank the place dry, which was unfortunate because there was one bottle of red wine that I was particularly looking to hang on to for a more relaxed supping, rather than just a.n.other bottle in the course of an evening. Such are the costs of hosting, I guess.
Surprisingly, the flat managed to contain everyone pretty well, all fifteen of them. Admittedly, people were eating whilst perched on the arms of the sofa, but it worked. And we even had enough cutlery/crockery for everyone to use, which was a pleasant surprise. The annual household goods Christmas presents from my extended family finally showed their worth.
I actually really enjoy hosting get-togethers and dinner parties, even if I spend most of the evening rushing around, making sure everyone’s having a good time. I invariably have a great time, just shooting the shit and chatting. If everyone else is feeling good, then I’ve done my hosting duties well, and that makes me have a good time.
Thankfully, the girlfriend is off work this week, so she’s cleaning the flat up today, along with a friend who stayed over. All in all, I basically did no work whatsoever for this party. Hurrah!
