Echoes.

I’ve decided that three days is the perfect length of weekend – despite the fact that I’ve yet to accomplish anything.
That doesn’t mean I’d have said no to a fourth.

I’ve got quite the weekend coming up – sort of a family visit meets the hell of wedding planning that should tell me a lot about the years to come.
It’s not that I don’t like hosting – it’s that I suck at it, having grown up in a house where everything is very much ‘serve yourselves.’
Until I visited Krista, I didn’t realize that friends visiting other friends get waited on and/or spoiled.
Sure, I got the pick up the meal when you can afford to part… but the other?
Things that my Mother In Law does? Like setting aside towels and little gifts and shopping for each and every person visiting?

I feel a bit like I’m in Oz and Willy Wonka’s factory every time I visit either of them.

But things like that don’t occur to me until AFTER people leave.
Ah well.
So this will be a hosting event on a much larger scope than I’m used to.
Which should be interesting.

I can’t juggle, so hopefully there will be other forms of entertainment.
Like me shoving wedding dresses into small barrels and burning them for the sheer joy of it.
To make things fun, I might throw in people that enjoy planning and throwing such events and cashiers at various markets that ring up my purchases while on the cell phone.