dinner for grown-ups

In Colorado, folks are all over a pot luck. We will have a potluck at the drop of a hat. Why not, you know? There's very little work involved. Clean the house a little and let your friends do the work. I can throw an awesome pot luck and basically that just means that my friends are great cooks!

Honestly,  this is the first REAL, sit down, dinner party I've been to (excluding my in-laws, who can host a serious throw-down) in the ten plus years that we've been here. It was fabulous. But with Jill, that's what I would expect. She is my breath of fresh air, my peak at big city flair in our sleepy mountain town, my reminder that good humor and a big heart are the primary ingredients of a good life. We can skin squirrels, sauté placenta and lip gloss on the same stove-top, AND dine like royalty. That's what I look for in a friend. Diversity. Full freedom of expression. The ability to host a dinner party.

So when Jill is entertaining it feels just right to wear a tail. And I put the heels on. See?

This was a lovely and bawdy crowd.

No one got naked, but it could have happened. Do you have those folks in your life? The ones who could potentially strip down and do something strange to the bread pudding with whisky sauce?

This is an open question. I'm just wondering. Seriously.

What is the craziest thing you've ever witnessed at a dinner party?

Lay it on me, please.

Thank you, my dear Jill.