Bountiful Table

This past weekend I was invited to a holiday celebration/party and it was absolutely lovely.

There’s a guy in the chorus that throws a gathering every year at Christmas time. The party isn’t really “talked about” although people know of it. And as much as he’d like to include everyone, the host can’t. So invites are scarce.

I was invited this year for the first time.

The host (Mikal) has his house all decorated and there were festive cocktails to be had at the start. We all brought an ornament to put on his tree (I got him a Santa merman).

Then came the feast. A long dining table was set and totally decked out. We had homemade fried chicken and ham and mac-n-cheese and jambalaya and greens and beans and And AND! So much food! And chocolate pecan pie for dessert!

We also played “heads up” which got us all laughing and jabbering. Then there was the “gift exchange”. It was the traditional gift open-steal round robin thing. But the gifts were all sex toy variants (we were all to bring something).

Fun and merriment was had by all.

At one point I found myself looking down the long table at everyone laughing and smiling and eating and talking and I thought “this is how it’s supposed to be.”

My heart was very full at that moment.

And my stomach was definitely full the rest of the night.