Keep Your Feet

Let’s just say I’m not well reputed for my hostess skills.  Mind you, it’s not from lack of effort.  I do my very best to make guests feel comfortable and at home.  I vacuum the floors, dust the counters, scrub the bathroom, make sure all the dishes are cleaned and put away, and top it all off with a pan of brownies.

Despite my best intentions, though, gatherings put on by yours truly always seem to fall a bit flat.  Brownies get burned.  I accidentally email the directions to the wrong apartment.  I don’t know how to get conversations flowing.  I don’t know what kind of music people actually listen to.

For my Bible study, we are trying to have a Girl’s Night once a month.  I was so relieved when my co-leader, Jourdan, offered to host it at her off-campus house.  Yes!  I thought.  No baking, no cleaning!  Just show up and have a great time!

Well… yesterday evening, I got a call from Jourdan.  Her Chilean boyfriend was stranded at the airport and couldn’t get a flight home (to Chile) until Sunday.  He had no money and very limited English.  Naturally, she had to go to his aid…

… Leaving me to suddenly pull together Girl’s Night.

Despite past hostess failures, I have high hopes for this one.  The apartment has been cleaned, brownies baked, nail polish brought forth.  We’ve got a stack of movies to last all night.  And, if all else fails, there’s an on-campus Improv show that we can go to!

Here’s to another shot of hostessing.

Wish me luck!