#41 Thank Our Hosts
Jun 17th, 2008 by doing better
We are taught always to be grateful and thank our hosts. It’s hard to say which of my hosts has been the most remarkable. Was it the landlord who took away my furniture so I had to sleep on the floor? Or the family who disinvited me with a post-it note on the stairs? Was it the stepmother who told me I didn’t belong in my father’s house? Or the hostess who went swimming instead of turning up for her own dinner party? Or how about the many hosts who pour me wine or coffee when I ask for water?
I am grateful to all these providers of memorable hospitality. Like so many these days, they follow the philosophy of Kelly, a childhood friend, who insisted that when we were at her house we must play the games she wanted because she was the host, and when we were at my house we must also the play the games she wanted because she was the guest.
Clever girl. Wherever she is now, I’m sure she is still winning the hostessing game, turning water to wine and making her own rules.