When Mama Kat published her five writing prompts on Tuesday, one of them made me laugh out loud just thinking about writing to the prompt (the one about when I have laughed at an inappropriate time). But random.org isn’t influenced by what I think is funny and gave me, instead, prompt number two: If you had the opportunity to throw a dream party for your closest family and friends, describe what that would look like.
Party Condition Number One: There would be nametags. There would be nametags because I have prosopagnosia (faceblindness) which would take far more than one blog to explain (although I started down the path in this post last September). It’s my perfect party, so there will be nametags, and they will be worn (please).
Party Condition Number Two: The theme will be “Roman Holiday.” There will be food and drinks (including non alcoholic versions) prepared by Velva from Tomatoes on the Vine, such as this concoction:
Party Condition Number Three: One of the scads of talented photographers I know such as Jacob Abrams (pictured below) will be there to take photo-journalism style pictures so we will have the memories far into the future and I won’t have to spend the whole night thinking “gotta get this so I can put it on Facebook”!
Party Condition Number Four: If the party is at my house, it will have been professionally cleaned (inside) and landscaped (outside) in advance. Oh, and decorated too. That’s not my forte.
Party Condition Number Five: Under the pretense of “entertainment,” I will assemble everyone to watch an entertaining short film about Rome (a film I will have arranged for one of the scads of talented young filmmakers I know to make). BUT, the purpose of the film will actually be
to surprise my wonderful mother-in-law, Barb, with the news that she is scheduled to go on her fantasy trip to Rome, at no cost to her!
Party Conditions Number Six and Seven: Someone will foot the bill for this fantasy trip to Rome (and the Roman Holiday Party) and I will be part of the contingent going to Rome with her. I used to say, “it doesn’t matter who goes as long as Barb gets to go to Rome” (this has been a dream of hers for a long time) but now that my appetite for international travel has been stirred by my July trip to Guatemala, I want to be one of her travel companions.
Wife of one, Mom of two, Friend of many. My pronouns are she/her/hers.