Dinner parties. I am in charge of cleaning and putting away all crap and clutter, setting the table, putting on music. and lighting the incense. Sarah takes care of the food. Ladies arrive early. Wine is poured. Alliances are formed, bonds are strengthened, secrets shared. Boys trickle in. Conversation shifts, flirting blooms. Beers are cracked. More wine. Laughing. Dinner is served. Amazing! Seconds please! Dessert and coffee. Lingering at the table. Candles dimming, wax on the tablecloth. Watching who leaves, conveniently, at the same time. Best friends are the last to go. Sarah and I, satisfied, amused, and exhausted, head to bed, analysis left for the morning's coffee.