I would say Sean and I host a decent amount of parties and get-togethers...we love to cook and we love to have the house filled with friends...but I would also say that most of the time we detest the hour before the party...you know the complete freak-out...seeing the clock tick down the minutes while frantically accomplishing tasks all the while wondering how on earth will it ever get done...hoping that when you get in the shower at 5:15pm that no one will really take that "dinner starts at 5:30pm" thing seriously...and when the doorbell rings at 5:48pm and you're just putting on your earrings while coming down the stairs to a clean house where the table is set and the food is cooked and you thank your lucky starts that it all managed to come together once again.
Every once in awhile we're all ready and waiting for the party to start, but that was not the case last night with Friendsgiving...I'm guessing it was because of the hour Sean and I lost having to rearrange the house...moving our massively heavy dining room table down into the living room so that we could fit eleven adults and three kids around the table...so I now officially know that maximum capacity for the table is a cozy fourteen.
It was all so very worth it in the end...even the mess in the kitchen...and this was after it was already somewhat cleaned up...
Now it's one of my favorite days of the year...the time change...an extra hour and that feeling that you're ahead of schedule...except I'm not since I've done nothing remotely productive this morning...but I'll make up for it starting now...I have my first big paper due Thursday and my lofty goal is to get it done by today...it's eight to ten pages on a book about religious violence and whether or not terrorists are critical thinkers...a nice, light topic for a Sunday afternoon...since I only have the first paragraph written I really need that extra hour...
