We were invited to dinner at very old friend’s tonight. I’ll admit, I was a bit nervous – not that it was a stressful thing, but I have some hang-ups, and dinner parties are one of them. I planned 2 days in advance what to wear, racked my brains for tidbits of information about their lives and children, and generally spent more time thinking about it than a normal person would.
That’s okay – I have hang ups, and I have learned to deal with them. But when I am asked what type of wines I prefer so the courses can be properly matched to spirits, I start to worry that my mother’s etiquette training didn’t stick.
Dinner was lovely (I used the correct forks)- and when I say old friends, I mean old. Because one of them used to babysit me, and I attended their wedding – 30 years ago when I was 9. So, it’s weird and it must be to strange for them to me all grown up – close enough in age now that we could be friends.
The conversation ran from wine, Aspberger’s syndrome, cabinet making, veganism, weddings, dentistry, lay-outs of emergency rooms, travel, law and many other things. And driving home I found myself realizing that I could hold intelligent conversations – with personal experiences – on a host of topics.
The food was great, the wines matches perfectly and dessert was a cheese tray.
February 10th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: 20 years ago there were no fine lines around my eyes, but perhaps there is something to this “age and wisdom” thing.