Last night my book club came over for the December discussion. I selected “Confessions of a Super Mom” by Melanie Lynne Hauser as the book club selection. Since we had food left over from Saturday’s party, Denis helped me get a bunch of those things ready to serve. At 7 p.m. the ladies started arriving – 8 visitors total. They brought more food and wine.
They had never been to my house before, so they spent a few minutes wandering the main floor. “Are you an interior designer?” one asked me. Very flattered by that, but we were interrupted so I didn’t get a chance to say, “My mom did most of it.” Another one claimed that while we had the same floorplan, my house seems bigger. “I must have a lot of junk!” she exclaimed, not knowing that sometimes I think the same thing about my house, too. “Are you an artist?” one asked, pointing to my god-awful abstract that was in the dining room. “I try,” I responded. “I think that’s FABULOUS!” she enthused, puffing my crushed art-ego just a little bit.
Then the treat of book club took place – at 7:45 p.m., the author herself, Melanie Lynne Hauser, called my house to talk with us about the book. Isn’t that awesome? She was so great on the phone – I’m sure she missed half of what the book club said because my book club is a very loud book club who loves to talk over each other at all costs. However, she was gracious and charming and for 30 minutes answered all our inane questions that I’m sure she got sick of when the book was first published a few years ago.
After we bid Melanie adieu we continued with our night, doing a Christmas ornament gift swap. The first ornament I picked was BEAUTIFUL, but quickly got stolen, my second ornament was cute (CootieGirl liked it a lot), but that also got stolen. In the end we got a VERY cute Santa ornament which promptly went on the tree, along with a freebie snowman ornament which will go on the kids’ tree.
After the ornament swap, Denis brought out the leftover jello shots, much to the delight of the women (who had already downed 4 bottles of wine). Within minutes half of the shooters were gone and the ladies were gushing over how good they were. Too funny.
Around 9:15 p.m. the last of the ladies left, beating a swift retreat after complimenting me several times about my husband’s cooking, the added treat of having the author sit in on the discussion, and the jello shots. Good times.
No, YOU did most of it! Give yourself some credit. It definitely has your flare for the eclectic. I’ll take some credit when, and I say ‘when’, I get your window treatments finished. 😉
What with the southern people and their liquor? *lol*
They beat irish folks hands down when it comes to consumption I think *wink-wink*
MB, you should see a southern Irish wake. It’s insane!!!!