Cocktails at 7, Dinner at 8
Hmmmm. Alrighty then.
After tinkering with this for most of today, in lieu of doing other ultimately more important tasks (such as laundry. Damn those clothes for not washing themselves.) here’s what I finally settled upon:
Guest List: The Ladies
Sprezzatura ~ my BFF and sister from another mother. Would never dream of having such a shindig without her.
Elizabeth I ~ Wouldn’t you love to know what made her tick...
Katherine Graham ~ A female newspaper publisher who oversaw the groundbreaking coverage of the Watergate incident. Don’t you know she would have some stories to tell...
Carole Lombard ~ She has always seemed like someone with whom I would want to be friends. Irreverent and blisteringly witty. Died way too soon, sadly.
Guest List: The Gents
My maternal grandfather, known to me as Daddy Pete. He died when Mama was five, so I never knew him -- and I suspect he and I are a lot alike, from what I’ve read in letters and such.
The Apostle Peter ~ My Biblical kindred spirit.
George Clooney ~ A man who seems at ease in any situation and would be an asset to any dinner conversation. Plus, well, it’s Clooney, for heaven’s sake. Mmmmmm.
Red Auerbach ~ The architect and mythical guiding presence of my favorite professional sports team of all time -- the Boston Celtics. *makes note to have ashtray at Red’s place setting for his ever-present cigar*
F. Scott Fitzgerald ~ The Jazz Age. The Lost Generation. “There are no second acts in American lives.” J’adore.
Antonio Carlos Jobim ~ The father of bossa nova. Enough said.
I’d go with something evocative of my personal style -- not too formal, not too casual. A little sassy. Just right. With a Cuban theme, since I’m Cuban by desire. ;-) And because my Daddy Pete spent a lot of time in Havana in the ‘20s. This one’s really for him.
Gazpacho (using Sprezz’s recipe!)
Big green salad
Arroz con Pollo
Cuban bread -- homemade, dontcha know
Sangria. Lots and lots of sangria.
I think with this crowd, the conversation will be entertaining all on its own. No shrinking violets in the bunch. Although I might just sit back and soak it all in... and encourage Jobim to play us a song or two if the moment allows. I'd even be happy to sing the Astrud Gilberto part on "Garota de Ipanema..."
Whew. This is one of those cliché-tinged questions that everyone has some sort of an answer to kicking around in their head. So. What does your guest list look like... do tell.
And PS: I’ll be happy to cater your shindig -- as long as I can listen into the conversation from the kitchen. Never let it be said that I’m not enterprising....