Thursday, August 31, 2006

You want to sit where?

Okay, my fine friends!
We have the nearly finalized guest list. Now I just have to figure out where everyone is going to sit.
There's the healthy tradition of minding politics, religion, and the subject of procreation. And with our very diverse group of family and friends we have the full spectrum covered. From the very liberal to the very conservative, from Sir Abstains-a-lot to Drinky Drinkerson. I have to find a place for everyone to sit and eat where I can be assured that cutlery will remain cutlery and not evolve into implements of deadly force.

There has also been the suggestion of letting everyone sit where they want to, but then how to avoid the table of people who sat over there because they were unsure of where to sit and now are akwardly silent because no one wants to be the first to start a conversation? I assure you that akward silence is not what I have in mind to accompany this fine meal of hot dogs and tater tots* we will be enjoying.

So if you notice that I have taken to muttering under my breath, staring off in the distance and twitching, don't mind me. I'm just trying to figure out how to herd cats.

*There was supposed to be a food tasting today but the caterer cancelled because she was sick.


Nessa Mulheren said...

Ooooo, Ooooo...can I guess who Drinky Drinkerson is?!

Amber said...

Mew? Purrow?

I think I can make it...I am sorry I am so late, but work has been madness!

If you can have me, my love, I'd be honored to show up!

The Swamp Pixie (who cleans up, I promise)

kara said...


Of course I want you there! And bring the mister is he's available.
You have to meet the wee man--he's a riot.

Ness- guess away but you'll never get it. The one you're thinking of can't make it.

Love to all!