A month(ish) ago I wrote about my new life as Gwyneth Paltrow, and how I wanted to cook with friends. Well, this weekend I did the next best thing — I cooked for friends. And it is now official — I love dinner parties. I don’t know if this means I’m officially a grown up (blech) but I was so much happier eating duck and drinking wine and chatting for some hours with new(ish) friends than I have ever been trying to get the bartender’s attention while screaming over the music so my pals can hear me in a crowded bar. Well maybe not ever. I really liked that screaming and drinking exactly ten years ago. (Again, grown up. Gross.)
I guess this is what married and 30 looks like.
Dinner parties are the new pub crawl. Quote me.
You can’t see friends here because they had to take the pics. But trust me. They were there. This is not a Snuffleupagus situation.
Tell me: What is your single favorite way to hang with friends? Dinner parties? Girls Nights? Book Club? Dance party?