Wednesday, October 17, 2007
The Hostess With The Leastest
I am the hostess of Book Club tonight.
And, no, my Book Club is not merely an excuse for a group of women to get together to chat and gossip.
We discuss the book - and then we gossip. No, wait, first we gossip and then we discuss the book. Oh, never mind…
Anyway, this is supposed to be a simple, friendly gathering of brilliant, literary women.
So why the hell will I be cleaning the toilets and sinks, dusting, clearing away junk, picking up clumps of dog hair and – god help me – BAKING COOKIES??
And, oh, crap, even as I write this I just remembered I forgot to buy a bottle of wine. Which also means I have to get out the wine glasses, too.
Ditto as to serving the discussion time munchies and the après discussion time fruit tray, cookies and cheesecake - which I bought. (And, no, I will not try passing it off as home-made.)
Somebody (who the hell was it??) raised the bar way too high for Book Club evenings. Or maybe just too far out of my lazy-ass reach.
Guys – if they had Book Clubs – would serve beer, pretzels and potato chips.
As for this evening’s book selection – a random pre-meeting consensus has us all disliking it. Which sometimes makes for a great discussion as we put in our two cents as to why we dislike a book.
Or we just do a collective eye-roll and commence with the chit-chat.
Note - female chit-chat should never be underestimated. It is an amazing source of connection, support, understanding and laughter.
In fact, some evenings the book doesn’t really matter – we are there for each other.