Our dinner parties are magical. We eat tubs of carrot salad and two pans of pasta, and drink wine and orange juice (not together.) and then forget to turn on the oven when we put the cake in, so we just end up microwaving it.
I love that when I am with my friends, even the new ones, we can start up conversations about nothing, singing while doing the dishes, and drinking bottles of wine while we reminisce about Spring Breaks.
Someone always ends up dancing.