So my dear Fauve tagged me for this meme and since I can't seem to
write what I want to write, I'll write what I'm told to write...sound
fair? ok, good.
Rules: If you could invite 10 people to a dinner party (or five if you
don't feel like inviting ten), who would you invite? They can be alive
or dead...to quote Michelle, "if they're dead they can be temporarily
resurrected for the party but then they have to go back to being dead
because those are the laws of the universe."
so without further ado, dig in!
Karamia's Perfect Dinner Party:
Menu: Now this is hard because a menu really sets the theme for the
night. I'm going to have to go south of the border on this one. The
first thing you get when you walk in the door would be a dirty margarita
(to.die.for....ask me for the recipe). You would follow me through the
villa out onto the deck that leads out to dock where a large yacht is
docked, swaying gently on the ocean waves. The night sky is alive with
stars and the dock is outlined by hanging lanterns marking your way to
the evenings festivities. You hear latin music floating on the breeze
as you descend to the water.
As you step onto the yacht, the smell of arroz con pollo wafts your way
and you see a table laden with appetizers such as tortillas and salsa,
fresh pico de gallo and guacamole, shrimp with spicy sauce, and
gorditas. I lead you over to the dinner party, a large patio table
strewn with small white candles. I introduce you to nine other
friendly faces, giving a brief introduction of each.
My first guest is Carrie from Draw Circles. She is my very best
blogger buddy and no perfect party would be complete without her. My
second and third guests would be The Mind, from Great Lakes State of
Mind, and Cece, from Laughing and Loving, again my blogger friends that
I cant see having a party without. My fourth guest would be Fauve, from
...and so I stabbed him in the head, whom without, this blog entry would
never be. Sadly she is sans her thing since this dinner party is
regulated to ten...sorry fauve.
Fifth would be my dear pal Kal from...Kal...lol. I find him funny and
irreverent and would love to finally meet him in person.
Now...for the entertainment, which leads me to my final four guests.
Sixth would be President George Bush. Why you might ask? Well, I've a
lot of things to say to him, preferably without a spin doctor and the
secret service...so since this is my party....he has to come alone and
unarmed. Of course, some would say he's already unarmed, to which I
would have to agree.
Seventh would be Martin Luther King jr. Yes, I know, I am great. lol,
no, really. I would love to meet a man that changed a nation for the
better (not the worse like guest six..cough cough). I'm really hoping
he likes to party.
Eight would be Eddie Murphy, because not everyone is as funny as me and
someone else has to be able to carry the laughs for when I get tired. I
want to see why he would ever sleep with scarey spice and if cross
dressing hookers are as hot as the movies make them out to be.
Guest nine is my one little indulgence....Jay Hernandez, actor and
general all around drool instigator. I absolutely want this man....in
ways that might indeed be illegal. He's my eye candy choice for the
night. We don't have to speak to him, he may just sit there and adore
me with his eyes.
Oh, wait, did you think I forgot one? Well no of course I didn't
silly, the tenth guest is YOU. Now, you may have to rotate with my
other readers..but I've got plenty of food and dirty margaritas to go
around. So pull up a lounge chair, breath in the tropical scents of
sand, wind, flowers and sea and sit back and relax because my party is
all about laughter, conversation, and good company.
I'll be waiting!
So....for the tagging portion of this entry I tag:
Yay! God you are so awesome. I'll be there with bells on and troll dolls.
Thanks for the invite! You Rock! I will bring the Margarita Slushy Machine!
Next time I'm in the Pacific Northwest (which would be the first time, admittedly...).
But if Flyinfox brings the margarita machine, I'll bring the Togas.
I'm a recovering single mother trying desperately to see humor in my day to day toil while simultaneously avoiding reality as much as humanly possible.