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!