The dust is flying. The drinks are chilling. The food is "being prepared" (I say, to keep the parallel structure of the sentence). The food preparer, of course, is me -- so this post will be brief.
We are, in short, entertaining, something we used to do more often but something that has taken a back seat to raising children the last decade or two. But it's something I hope we do more of in the years ahead.
I think of the great parties of our past, the ones we attended as well as gave, and in them there's a certain alchemy of people and place and libation that I hope we can achieve tonight. Our wine cellar is not quite as ample as the one above, but I hope it does the trick.