I’ve been learning the skill of mindfulness for the last few months. This means being completely focused on the moment at hand, and really doing whatever it is you are doing.
So yesterday while driving home from New Jersey, I listened to The Seanachai, rocked out to D.R.I., Violent Femmes, Bob Dylan and Lou Reed (I’ll address the multiple personality disorder in a future post), and planned my dream dinner party.
See, I spent the whole weekend on vacation from my normal life. No children, no anyone except my mother, who remained blessedly unobtrusive. But I did get some blog reading and commenting in, and it was much fun, and included the kind of laughter I haven’t experienced since watching Burn After Reading. I almost forgot I’m supposed to be depressed!
So anyway, it was a marvelous weekend. I decided I would prolong the delirious happiness by crafting a guest list of people who would amuse, entertain, and delight me, and most likely each other. Here it is.
Oh, and don’t be offended if you are my friend and weren’t invited. It might only mean that you are not goofy cynical or loony twisted enough for this particular gathering. Not everyone has that special gift.
Pamela Villars (With whom I’ve become familiar through other dinner guests. Her comments are fabulous, her poetry even better.)
Ram Venkatararam (Currently hiding from authorities, but I’m a damn good cook. Or is it a damned, good cook? Perhaps both. Anyway, I’m sure I can lure him out of hiding for some lentil dal, naan, or gulab jamun (my favorite dessert).
Fundamental Jelly (You know, I had to put a blurb here so he wouldn’t feel left out, but I’m not too clear on what exactly his area of expertise is. But he’s funny. Oh yeah. I think he went to clown college or something.)
Alan Truitt (Every dinner party needs a cubicle dweller. They are known in the wild to be remarkably observant of human behavior. It’s almost like having a psychic at your party, but for free!)
Emma Thomas (A local friend who happens to be some kind of nuclear genius or something. She can be my go-to gal when I wish to rehash the days of radiation protection via time, distance, and fear. Ahhhh, good times.)
Melissa Schuppe (we hate all the same people)
Joe Schuppe (because he needs to laugh more)
Jennifer Bangley (An old friend; bright, talented, and witty with just a hint of dark. My favorite kind.)
Jon White (Former punk rocker friend turned government lackey. Well, not quite. To quote the man himself, he is a “family man, Wiccan priest, ex-literature professor, ex-labor union hack, ex-street activist, now a USPHS Commissioned Corps oncology social worker and disaster responder. Might make us all look like dolts, but somebody’s gotta do it.)
Chuck Cleland (Because he’s funny and he can talk about math and what could be better than that? Anyone who becomes a fan of the R Project on Facebook has to be great at a dinner party.)
Jamie Stanek (His Facebook profile picture is his face on Jesus’s body, holding a PBR. Need I say more?)
Amy and David Sedaris. If I have to explain them to you, you are definitely not invited.
I’m also open to suggestions, though I’d prefer it if the guests were all alive. And that does not include being reanimated.
I’ll work out an imaginary menu soon. Please refrain from sending me your particular food sensitivities and preferences. This is my party, after all.