Think about it: everyone shows up gussied up, and once the drinks and dinner have been served and somewhat digested, it's time for a little entertainment, usually provided by the guests.
I love that idea - exploiting people in the name of a good time.
On the rare occasion that Mr. Newman and I host a 'do, I mention how fabulous it would be to insist that our guests perform something. It could be a song, a dramatic reading, fire-juggling - heck, I don't care. I'm easily entertained. He entertains for a living, as do many of our friends, so they always put the kibosh on my big idea. Pretty rotten, don't you think?
I mean, come on - with the amount of talented people we know, we have all the makings of A SHOW. Sadly, though, it will never come to pass. We'll continue to just stand around my living room like a bunch of a-holes eating cheese balls and sipping cheap wine.
I've even threatened family with 'performance pieces'. Rather than gift-giving, why not give us a 'number'? I think it's brilliant, and just imagine the money we'd all save.
Well, Sweeties, I made good on the threat yesterday, in honor of my sister's birthday.
But at least I tried, and knowing me, I'll try it again. You have been warned.