Party Crasher

I made a reservation for a dinner of 8 with the husband's fellow artists or fans. Later on, two of our dearest friends suddenly became available. They have been our friends for over a decade and we could sit together, chatting and eating with our pjs on. I invited them to join the husband's "fan club," knowing the topic of the night would inevitably be altered. So, let it be.

He is a lovable guy who creates the great art. That's different than him be an artist who gets the attention because he does great arts. It's too tiring for him to always have to answer the art related questions. They would devour him like a dish, digging for secrets of his creativity and success. Besides, it doesn't hurt for them to explore him as a human being rather than just an artist.

We talked about the tragic earth quake, the contaminated food we eat, the alternative energy consumption... We joked and laughed. Everybody had a good time... Maybe I did learn something from the terrible movie "Wedding Crashers" that I wished I had never seen. By the way, I paid for the dinner, how bad could a party crasher like me be?