We used to host parties. Grand parties. Forty to fifty people from all walks of life. There were artists and writers, teachers, psychologists, mechanics, a heart surgeon, there was a guy on the bomb squad, a couple of world-travelers, an ex-nun, a shaman. Jews, Catholics, Christians, atheists, pagans. Capitalists and Commies. There were moms and dads and grandparents and children; infants to grade school.
The conversations never stopped. That was the best part. Better than the food (which was damn fine), better than the alcohol (which was damn strong).
I loved going from one group to another, leading new friends in and introducing them to someone they’d never encounter otherwise. The stories that would arise, the jokes, the questions all humming in the air.
That was a while ago.
So, in the spirit of those parties, I would like to get a little cross-pollination going on here. I know it’s happened to some extent already, and that many of you already know each other, but I want to have a little fun with this.
I have quite a list of friends (and some lurkers I never knew I had), and it’s about time some of you met.
*rubbing hands together gleefully* Now let’s see…
Lisa, meet Julie, also back in school with the coolest (or hottest) area of study. Julie, meet Schmoopie, who wants desperately to live in your neck of the woods. Schmoopie, meet
And while we’re at it, D-Man meet Irrelephant, Grand Poohbah of Talkies Tuesday. Irrelephant, meet Des Moines Girl, who will appreciate your humor almost (but not quite) as much as I do. Head on over across the pond to Dantares as well.
And everyone, go say hi to Esereth, a brilliant writer, and preggers to boot. Give her your best wishes.
There. I think that’s everyone. Let me know if your drink runs low, and I’ll be by to eavesdrop shortly.