recipe for disaster? (or how the ultra-conservative money-grubbing jesus-fest actually gave birth to a good idea.)

this was my boyfriend's idea ...


... but only because he's very good at listening to the volumes of nonsense i speak and even better at culling from it the parts that are interesting and worth acting on. plus, he laughs in all the right places, which makes me seem very smart and entertaining. let's hope he's right.

it was his idea to start this project ...


... but only because i came home with my head spinning and my soul in need of a good scrubbing after the 'motivational seminar' i had attended turned out to be an ultra-conservative money-grubbing jesus-fest -- the highlight of which turned out to be general colin powell. (colin powell AND a surprise appearance by rob lowe in place of lou holtz ... because who wouldn't want rob lowe in place of lou holtz, but that's another story entirely.)

it is his idea to do this, because there are three things i do really well:

1) eat.
2) hold my liquor
3) tell a good story.


and when i mentioned i would really like to sit down and have a drink with general powell, owing to how charming and funny he had proved himself to be, the boyfriend (christopher) said i should write and tell him. and while i'm at it, invite the general for dinner, because, while there are A LOT of things christopher does well, he is famous in our circle for two things:

1) making a great cocktail.
2) making an even better meal.

which brings us here ... to the wednesday night supper club ...



we're making a list of folks we'd like to have dinner with. not all of them will be famous or even people we like all that much, but all of them will be people we admire or wonder about or find we have something in common with or we hope have something interesting or relevant to say.



then, we'll invite them over for cocktails or dinner (or both) and we'll publish the letters here - along with responses, if we get any.


and if anyone should actually choose to join us, you'll hear all about it here, right down to the very last bite.

... the wednesday night supper club ... dinner, drinks, great company, good conversation ... even if it's just the two of us.


that being said, i've got a letter to write to the general. all i need is his address. and a stamp.