Dinner was fun. We had a bunch of the usual friends over. People we have know for years and usually celebrate with. It just makes everything so relaxed and friendly, no hassle, no competition, no pretence, and above all no rowdiness. Lovely. I have never been much of a one for parties. I never needed loud music or drink to convince myself I was having fun and for me dancing borders on the unimaginable. never got what that was all about. So every year that passes (starting when I was about 22 though in case anyone thinks it’s an age thing) I appreciate more and more this type of social event.
The unusual thing this year of course was Tabatha. Last year as she was only one and didn’t figure much in the Christmas thing. This year however she was very present (as only a two year old can be) and most of the time was totally naked which goes to show you what sort of atmosphere there was. The Italians are generally the most relaxed population you could wish to meet and these friends are relaxed by Italian standards. Naturally sociable. I mean eight of us and we only got through one bottle of wine – that’s relaxed. Even the food followed it’s own evolution. A pot roast which had spent about 5 hours cooking and needed a stapler to hold it all in place it was so tender, roast pots and I had thrown every vegetable I could find into a wok and we just splatted it onto the plates and tucked in. There were of course a few cakes and other munchies but nothing elaborate.
So this morning it’s ring the folks up for the Christmas greetings and to convince one of my parents to record the queen’s speech for me and then it’s off to the in-laws for some excessive quantities of food. Now that will be chaotic.