there will be an interesection of people, places and things tonight: cocktails swirling and bottles clanking and voices carrying from room to room to room. i can already hear the conversations in my head (how do you know so-and-so, what do you do, where do you live?) and smell the alcohol on my breath. i can’t wear heels, lest i trip.
i am trying not to think about it too much, but i get hostess anxiety every time. friends of friends of friends meeting for the first time just sounds like a bad science experiment. an explosion waiting to happen. i just want everyone to have a nice time.
and i’m sure everyone will. i have thrown enough parties to know that there comes a point where you can’t really do much, except serve good food & booze, dim the lights, crank up the stereo, and then knock back drinks until the room is at a tilt and all you see is laughter.