It started innocently enough. As I’m getting ready to leave the office my husband announces he’s invited a couple of friends/neighbors over, “The bar is open if you want to stop by.” he says. Considering the majority of our friends live within a few blocks (one couple even lives just 4 floors below us in our building) the likelihood of being taken up on this offer is fairly high. Did I mention it’s a Tuesday? So anyway, I call from the car on my way home and my husband reports no one has arrived. We chat briefly and before I hang up I hear, “Oh hi.” and so it starts. I walk in and am greeted by 4 excited dogs, only 2 of which are my own, and I can hear cocktails being made in the kitchen. There’s a reason behind the impromptu cocktail offer, some very good friends are facing some business challenges. Being self-employed they have weathered as much of this terrible economy as they can stand and are now being faced with some difficult business down-sizing decisions that will take place this week.
So I join my husband and 2 of our friends in the kitchen, bonus points there’s a cocktail ready for me. I hear S on the phone to his husband saying something about coming to our house because we’re ordering dinner, looks like dropping by for a drink just got a little bigger. We debate what to order and quickly settle on assembling our own supper, “supper” being not as fancy as “dinner”. Chicken breasts get pulled out to thaw and T is charged with making a salad. We migrate to the living room with hummus, pita chips and cocktails. I sneak off to set the table as husband #2 from downstairs arrives. One thing leads to another and now I’m shaking martinis. Did I mention it’s Tuesday? Husband #3 arrives fresh from the airport just as my husband starts pulling supper together. Chicken milanese, spaghetti with tomato sauce and a salad provided by T. I’ll just say, my husband knows his way around a cast iron skillet. Supper was YUM good, as were the 3 bottles of wine. An impromptu supper with good friends and lots of booze, who could ask for anything more? Well I could have asked for a day off, but instead dragged my butt out of bed this morning, dropped the dogs at daycare and drove thru Mickey D’s for a bacon, egg & cheese biscuit.