When I was living on the west coast, I shared a house with hubby and a good friend from high school. We used to play the dinner party game all the time, though we didn’t limit the number of guests.
Here’s my guest list. (I hope to post the menu later):
Groucho and Karl Marx (Sure, I’m a Marxist)
Jack Kerouac and JRR Tolkien (Road trips without gps)
Stan Rogers (Story teller through song)
I’m sure that from pre-dinner cocktails and appetizers through main course, and later dessert and coffee, the conversation will be lively, the stories told amazing, the laughter infectious, and we will part promising to do this again.