Halfway there! Yesterday I talked about my irrational fear of heights. Today’s topic is a rather unlikely scenario…
Dinner Party – 10 Guests, Plus Menu
I’m having a dinner party! I’m inviting 10 people, living or dead, to my dinner party for storytelling, conversation, humor, and hopefully education.
I’m especially looking forward to meeting Jesus and my great, great, great relative who emigrated to America long, long ago. And the Sound of Music reprisal (among other things) at the “after party.”
Mr. Masset is the only person on my guest list that I know in real life. He was my high school English teacher, so I definitely have him to thank for my love of writing. We’ll toast to him after dinner.
Menu: Jesus will bring the wine, and several guests are bringing a dish to pass. I will be making Company Pot Roast, a roasted vegetable medley, and store-bought sweet potato pie.
My guests will be memorizing O Captain! My Captain! for a rousing recitation at the end of the evening. Drinks at 5 pm, dinner at 6, and the party keeps going until we’ve heard everything worth hearing from everyone.
Here are the words for O Captain! My Captain! for all to memorize.
O Captain! My Captain!
Seems like a somewhat sad way to end the evening, but it’s the only poem I know by heart, so it’ll have to do.
Tomorrow’s topic: A letter to myself as a child