Sisters II

My social circles collided a bit when I had the friends who helped me move over to dinner. The innocent fundamentalist accountant, the crazy writer/editor, the opera singer turned jazz musician turned music pastor, the europhile banker, and the creatively frustrated receptionist all gathered for Cuban food. We shared good stories about bad dating. We shared the hope that if we ever marry someone, he's not a loser husband who would consider watching our children to be a big favor to us. The most conservative graciously hid reactions to the most liberal's sharing time on how great sex is with her boyfriend. I mentally calculated everyone's internal reactions around the table to that bit of disclosure (good for you!, please let this conversation not be going there, hmmm...?, and where does Hazel find her backslider friends?) All good people I wouldn't trade for an ounce of homogeneity.

Thank God for interesting friends! Thank God for sauted bananas! Thank God I finally live in a real house to host dinner parties!