Last night, my husband and I invited some friends over for a “wine-and-cheese party.” Â We had Tillamook Cheese we wanted to share with our friends that we brought back from our recent trip to Oregon, and we figured what goes better with cheese than wine?
My husband and I happen to really love hosting get-togethers at our house, but we haven’t done it much in the last few years. We just felt like our house was too small to adequately host friends. The house we rented prior to the one we are in now was PERFECT for parties, but it was a little ways out of town and hard to get people to come out to visit. We moved into town, but downsized dramatically. We felt like our party hosting fun was still on hold until we moved again.
Boy were we wrong!
So what if we had to haul my desk chair from the office in and another chair up from basement?
So what if we didn’t have room on the table for plates, so we all just picked out our choice of finger foods with our fingers?
So what if there was a line to our one bathroom at one point?
It didn’t diminish the wonderful evening that we had one bit. We put together a spread of cheese, veggies, fruit, bread, sausage, etc. We had Merlot, Moscato, Rosé, sparkling red, vodka, beer, Irish whisky, and water.
We had conversations.
In person.
Face-to-face conversations. We told stories, laughed (a lot), high fived over the table, and bounced ideas and thoughts off one another. No one was on Facebook. No one was on Twitter. We were all there, in that moment, together, enjoying each other’s company.
It was amazing.
When the party broke up, we all agreed that THIS was what it was all about. Friends getting together and catching up. And we vowed to do it again. We vowed to do it more often.
When our friends left, my husband and I looked at each other with big grins. I told my husband, “This just proved no house it too small when your heart is this full.”
Writing.  For me, writing has always been a go-to when I’m in a bad mood. Write it down. Get it out. Move on. I’ve stumbled upon spirals I vented in when I was little, and I find myself chuckling at the “tragedies” that upset me. But, hey, bad mood, get it out and feel better. Since I blog and writing is more focused today, I don’t turn to this as much as I used to… my private journal sits dormant a lot more than I like. But sometimes just knowing I CAN write about an issue helps, too.