Wednesday, August 10, 2011
When your Bestie’s in town
Hosting a Bestie is almost not hosting at all. Of course you aim for a presentable house, a full fridge, and fun times, but if the pillowcase doesn’t get ironed, you run out of milk, or you work late and just don’t want to go out again, your bestie will understand.
Of course there is always laundry to do and dishes to put away, but when your bestie is your guest, you can do all of that stuff as you visit. Your bestie will probably even pitch in so you can finish faster and get on to more important things like singing along to your old favourite songs and hunting for conversation pieces in bargain shops.
Now Sailor Girl is gone and new guests have arrived. While I am slightly more concerned about pressed bed linen and the state of the fridge, I’m trying to keep the bestie-vibe alive. So far this has resulted in my being the first person in bed. It means no tidy-dash in the dark and no midnight mirror clean. It means making reservations on busy nights and proudly serving fruit and cheese on your favourite plate when you’re not up for cooking. It’s a shift from environment-driven hosting to something based on interaction.
Thanks for the reminder, Sailor Girl. (“That’s what besties are for”, she’d say.)