Favorite Times #1

One of my favorite times is at the very end of a party... when most of the people have gone home. It's been several hours since the food was all laid out prettily for the company, and all of the party-goers stuffed their gullets. Everyone has spent the time in between then and now just sitting, talking, laughing with one another. Couples and friends have been filtering out slowly until there are only a few tried and true friends left to help with the clean up.

Then, the hosts go to the refrigerator and pull out the leftover party food. Everything is laid back out on the table in a much more haphazard fashion this time. Nothing is pretty and everything is in plastic baggies or tupperware... and the hosts expect that the people who are still around will know exactly where to find their own plates and utensils.

When I am still at this part of the party, I know how well I am loved.