Beautiful, cold day.
It isn’t every evening you get to attend a formal shindig. If you were especially tied in you can have a very grand social schedule, but not every one of those Facebook invites are for glamorous Christmas parties.
We went to one of those this evening. As I wrote on Twitter it was like a soap opera Christmas party. I looked for a suitable clip, but I might be misremembering soap opera Christmas parties. There were no fights, no stunning revelations and no chocolate fountain hi jinx. I was thinking of the episode where everyone has a nice moment together, a giant room full of handsome, well dressed people happy to be there and a little bit too loud.
The cars were parked down the street. The house was beautifully decorated and the festivities started at the door. The food was in three different rooms, and so were the Christmas trees. In the dining room was the good food. In the sitting room was the official tree. In the living room was a tree that rotated thanks to a motor in the stand. This was a hit, and is apparently available at your local box store.
We met captains of industry, doctors, and stylists. We met missionaries and musicians and a mother of six. She’s also dancing in the Nutcracker, and she told us about her day. I was exhausted just hearing about it. “What do you do?” is an endlessly fascinating question.
In the small world category we all knew some of the same people. In the small party category the same people kept floating around for more conversations.
I ate too many finger foods, having somehow managed to miss the idea of having dinner before the party. Don’t do this.
