Unrealistic as it may be I have an image in my mind of what it means to be a "grown up." This image is purely out of the '50s, (regardless that I wasn't born anywhere near that era, some things you just inherit) and it involves hosting a dinner party, with beautiful settings, chic cocktail attire on all attending, soft yet intelligent music, and sophistication sprinkled liberally throughout.According to my inner vision I have not quite achieved adulthood yet. I've made it through the beers and bar-b-que milestone with flying colors, but while we have attempted a few dinner parties they have not met my poor, preconceived notions. For one thing, I never seem to make it into a cocktail dress, just dust-spattered jeans, and I always panic about the music.
However, I think I've solved at least one of those problems.
