Family
legend has it that my Aunt Delia (the most beautiful and glamorous of the
aunts) was known to host fun parties but when she was done with the party she
would just leave and go to bed.
I do not
know if this really happened or maybe happened once or many times but it is a
good story.
We hosted
our annual Christmas party this past Saturday. This is a great bash with about
forty of our best friends and neighbors in Glenview we have hosted for fifteen years.
At about
9:30 I was talking to someone and thought, "Oh my gosh, I'm not sure I can
stay awake all night." I said, "Excuse me, I have to check on
Lilly, " whhich is a preposterous statement as Lilly is fourteen and was
sensibly holed up in her bedroom ignoring the noise below.
I went
into my bedroom and emboldened by thoughts of Aunt Delia lay down on the bed. In a few
minutes Jeff came up the stairs. I thought he came to check on me but he was
surprised to find me there.
"I
just need to lie down a minute," he said and did.
We lay
there holding hands wondering how long we could be gone from our own party
without being missed. We figured hours actually.
We
listened to the roar from below and it was quite festive and comforting like
when you were a kid and your parents had a party and you could hear it all. It
was a little annoying when their bursts of laughter interrupted your Partridge Family but otherwise it was fun and reassuring.
All those
voices talking and laughing were so lovely. I thought about all those friends
downstairs who have been there for us over the years through the good times and
most recently the challenging times and I thought about how much I love them
all and I may have gotten a little weepy--in a good way.
After
about fifteen minutes I rose, refreshed. "Come on," I said to Jeff.
"I
love martineesh," Jeff declared. I suggested maybe he had enough martinis but
he waved me off.
We went
back and I was just fine, fully alert and ready for the rest of the party (and so was Jeff by the way--he took a walk around the block with his BFF Dan instead of having another martini) In
fact, I made it all the way to 1:00 a.m. and I did not feel the urge to gather
everyone's coats off the bed and hand them back to the few stragglers like I
did in 2005 (or so). Nor did I have to put my pajamas on which is how I signal my dear friend Beth that it is time to go when she is visiting.
So next
time you are at a party and need a little break go lie down. Even if if is your
own party.
If anyone
gives you a hard time about it, tell them Aunt Delia told you to.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays
