being all grown-up

Susan and I just cleared another hurdle - we've had our first official dinner party. We've had people come over and eat before, clearly, but this one was the first to bear the "official" title. My mentor from Tufts, the former head of the Economics Department, was nice enough to drop by for dinner. We had lemon chicken, mashed potatoes, blueberry tea, and a cake creation that Susan created out of thin air. All in all, it was a success - even if the potatoes were a little burnt.

I guess the Russian side of me misses the real dinner party, where instead of going out to eat, you invite your friends over to do nothing besides talking around a table and eating the food that you made yourself. Oh yeah, that, and drink. A lot. Point is, in cooking for and setting up the party, you express gratitude to your friends. Restaurants - nah, not the same thing... Unless we're talking about Antonia's, which is really an extension of our house. But, anyhoo, the guest(s) have been fed, the dishes have been washed, and I am now peacing out for some zzzz time.