Untitled
4 years ago
You know the kind where I hand out floral invitations to worthy people, and they come to my door dressed up in frilly party dresses and properly-ironed suits with cookies or crumpets or potato salads as gifts, and I have the seating prearranged so that two quiet people with nothing in common are never stuck at the end of the table, bored, and then we sit around and gossip about petty things in our best British accents…I’ve tried to have that party a couple of times, but it’s never as perfect as I want it to be.
