Friday, October 24
Last night Cowboy told me that we would be having his commanding officer over for dinner Saturday night. In non military speak, his boss is coming over for dinner. Cowboy asked me if I wouldn’t mind cooking dinner for the visit. HALT!
What does this sound like to you? The first thing that came to my mind was that I was the hospitable housewife that needed to cook dinner for my husband’s boss. Should I wear my big circle skirt, too?
Actually, I’m a wee bit excited. We haven’t had any real company. And I did re-do our dining room. The company we usually get are our friends. Mostly his since most of mine live out of the city.
Point is, cute hostess stuff that I do is never appreciated or noticed by our crowd. I have an example for each and every time. Once, I had my college roomie over for dinner. I made enchiladas and margaritas. Naturally, I busted out my margarita glassware because isn’t that what you drink a margarita out of? She called it fancy. Another time CR1 and That Baby’s Mama were over, it was a quick unplanned visit that turned into a long one; so halfway into it, I whipped out my chip and dip serving tray and cut up a meat and cheese spread. Oh my word, they called me ‘Martha Stewart’.
That’s the thing. I feel like they were making fun of me. Why? Because I had a chip and dip plate specifically designed for chips and dip. On top of that I had a meat and cheese platter, with oh gosh, cheese knives! I’m not trying to show off. Its just how I am.
Or how I was raised. My mom would always take out the specific use serving ware and glassware for company. She’d make sure that I helped serve our guests, too. You can’t visit our place without me asking if you would like a drink. I’m a natural hostess. I also started to create hostess baskets for overnight visitors. We’ve only had one planned visit since.
It’s our friends reactions that knock me down. I’m acting fancy or snobby. How so? Cowboy thinks I’m too cute. I thought about it and I honestly think it’s the crowd of friends we’re hosting. They are either too young, immature or ignorant. They just don’t know the difference between a pasta serving bowl or cookie platter. And that’s okay. I just wonder why I get made fun of as the result? I feel that some must be laughing behind my back - Look, at silly Golighty, she has to do everything just so.
I'm sorry I just can't be so. I can't call it a party and just throw salsa and chips on a table. Life is fun. Why can't it be fun if you are over at our house for an hour or so? I can get a boring bowl of nacho chips at restaurant. At my house, you can have nacho chips in a cute sombrero style bowl. It's no trouble, really. I already own the bowl. What good is it if it just sits in a cupboard?
I refuse to stop being a hostess. It kills me. I see cute dinner party ideas or hosting activities and I want to try them out. Problem is you cannot try them out alone or just with the two of us. Cowboy gets it daily. I try to make everything cute with the two of us but we don’t bust out the chips and dip tray when we’re snacking, just us two.
Yes, I’m excited for the Boss to come over. I want to make a good impression – not for me, but for Cowboy. I’m his woman. No matter how old fashioned it sounds, I want to be the good hostess for him. I think its important.
Last night I toiled over what we would have for dinner. And the Halloween dinner that I’ve had in my head for months had to be the choice. We’re not going to go crazy with it. Think those ghost mashed potatoes Martha Stewart whipped up and the spooky Halloween themed wine in the stores. Classic dinner with a Halloween twist.
I’m happy to host – no matter how 1950’s or silly it sounds.