VISION #12: Intimate Dinner Party with Great Friends, Great Conversations, Great Food and Great Googally Moogally Red Wine…

I’ve got a couple of four packs of little bottles of red wine that my husband picked up from the grocery store the other day.

They rest in my cupboard now, because I’m playing keep-away from the wine as my body shrinks from the winter pounds I put on.

I’m declaring that I’ll open them during my next dinner party — or bring them to the next one I’m invited to.

Let it be healthy, holy and fun, with great friends and intimate conversations whereby we open our souls.

I love dinner parties.

And while I tripped out when my friend said that black people don’t like having other black people over — then chuckled when I read on Stuff White People Like that next day that white people love dinner parties, it seemed apropos to write one out now for my twelfth vision.

Truth is, I need one.

I need company.

I need good friends.

It’s been since New Year’s Eve that we had our Wii Party — and that seemed to last too short of a time.

I’m ready to hang out again for hours at one of those great dinner parties where you get so caught up in the food and wine and friendship and love that the kids crash in another room from playing so hard and having so much fun whilst the adults talk and have deep belly laughs.

Amen.