Supper for Nineteen; Let’s Do the Maths
December 11, 2011 § 28 Comments
Last night must have been something of a record. Nineteen people squeezed round hired tables for a cosy, relaxed, wonderful kitchen supper. Let’s do the maths. That = 9 couples + 1. Me.
Mind you, I had a fantastic time, really fantastic, as they were all good friends and the hostess had pushed the boat out so far over the horizon (four courses including two puddings; loads of booze; crackers; the works) that it didn’t matter. This friend started this tradition a year ago of Christmassy supper with mates at her house and so there were several jokes about how last year I had brought a mystery man. The Snowman. What happened to him, a few asked. I told them I had seen him off, which was half true. (Cf. the Snowman posts). A funny friend who is always on the telly wondered about my sex life. He said that either way the answer would be pleasing: if I was getting lots, that’d be great; if not, as a married man, he could feel a certain schadenfreude. He didn’t mean it unkindly, and I was able to bat him off with a laugh and without giving anything away.
As I left at one o’clock this morning or whatever time it was, the hostess gave me a big hug, was incredibly sweet and complimentary about how I was looking, and said she hoped that next year I would be bringing a lovely man in my life.
I fear it may be a serious case of Groundhog Day, but I intend to keep the faith and jolly hope so too.