For almost a decade I have had a theme party every winter. It was the one social event that Will and I hosted.
I continued the tradition in my new house. I also took advantage of my new-found freedom to have a party a quarter, with varying themes (and no, I don’t mean costumes…they are things like “sausage and nuts” or “summer wine”). I love to entertain, love to be a great host.
This party has played a part in two of my past relationships, and will hopefully be part of a third.
Naked Ironing Man’s last-minute cancellation helped spawn my first breakup with him. I was so looking forward to his meeting my friends, and vice versa. While I knew he wasn’t the right guy for me, an unwillingness to participate at all in my life was a non-starter.
The second man to attend one of these parties was Johnny Id. I actually timed the party based on when he came to visit. I thought it was important for him to get a taste of my friends and I definitely wanted them to meet him as well. Trying to explain our relationship to one of my best friends was what prompted me to tell her I was a blogger…because otherwise it was difficult to understand.
While Johnny was admittedly not a lover of parties, he was willing to do it for me. He wrote a post about it which I just re-read (there are three parts) and love it as much as the first time I read it. My friends met him and they all had a great time.
Which brings us to Tony.
My party is an upcoming Friday. As you know if you’ve been reading this blog for a while, Friday is the night my Mom has Liam (my son) overnight. Now that Will is away in a different country, it is my only free night. So, that’s the party night.
A few weeks ago I told Tony about the party and mentioned I would love it if he could attend. I have not had to cajole him to come. In fact, he mentioned, unsolicited, that he is eager to meet my friends and see if his mental images of them reflect reality.
I am excited to have him attend, and I really hope it works out for his schedule.
And yes, given recent discussions, it has occurred to me to tell him I want space prior to my party. To ask him to take some time to make a decision about his marriage. Attending will be just one more thing that cements how I feel about him.
But I’m not going to do that. I leave two days later for my sunny vacation. I’m going to have him come, meet my friends, see what I’m like and what they are like. And see how they respond to him.
And after that, I will just hope that everything works out for the best.