Monday, February 22, 2010

Momma, Look How We've Grown

We slog over the stove and make malai koftas for our guests. There is more food than alcohol now. And look, the guests show up in ones (mostly twos) with offerings of even more delectable adult goodness. We sit around and eat cheese and crackers and nod our heads approvingly when the cheese is good. When it is bad, we have learnt not to say ewww or gross or something similarly sordid. We eat like grown ups and everyone likes everything on the table. We take extra care not to spill wine on the carpet. We own the carpet and the floor beneath, you see.

The silly drunk is not there nor is the drama queen. He has settled down says someone and the drama queen? Oh! she moved on.

The gifts are all crushingly sensible now - a tray for the kitchen and a plant for the window sill perhaps. We sit around and discuss our new jobs, the last snow, the economy or the housing sector. Guess what? Babies and puppies are interesting too. After dinner we linger politely for a while, then thank our hosts and head home to our warm beds. We are rather satisfied with how the evening turned out.

Momma, we might be finally growing up.

6 comments:

Alan said...

OMG!! What have you done to yourself?

Anyesha said...

Alan:Nothing drastic I assure you. It has sort of crept up. Go read Wendy Cope's Being Boring.

Joy Forever said...

I got a bit confused at the end... were you the host or the guest? Or was it a mixture - sort of an average party template description?

Anyesha said...

Joy Forever: This is more of a composite I would say of what parties look like these days.

Kavitha said...

Hahahhaa! You paint a rather accurate picture of how it is! :-) Although, I'm not always sure if this is the sort of "grown-up" I wanted to be, growing up.

Madhurjya (Banjo) said...

Then I don't wanna grow up :(