So:
The dinner party that I've been stressing about for two weeks? The one with Chris' boss from CA and the rest of the Seattle Office? At OUR house? That happened last Friday night? You know, THAT dinner party.
It went really well. I didn't burn the main course, or spill red wine down the front of my white shirt, or embarrass myself with some not-well-thought-out comment.
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I think people enjoyed meeting everyone's respective spouses and we, of course, enjoyed showing people the house (and the chickens). It was a perfect night for sitting on the deck and having a bbq. And, even better, IT'S OVER.
