For the purposes of this post, I will name our guests, "Tuedsay", "Wednesday", "Thursday" and "Friday (afternoon)", based on the point at which they secured themselves a place at our table.
"Tuesday" appeared at my door shortly after I lit Shabbos candles, on his way to shul with rivulets of water STREAMING down his forehead due to the torrential rain outside. In his hand he triumphantly held up a platter of brownies and zebra cookies for dessert. This because after he mangled his finger last week while preparing his Shabbos, I commented that men shouldn't be allowed in the kitchen. Though his offerings were tasty (I'll hand him that....) I must remind all my readers that his finger was still secured with not one but TWO Band-Aids.....
"Wednesday" spent the early part of the meal flaunting his knowledge of our family's inner workings and idiosyncrasies. We like our guests to feel right at home and he seems to have managed that quite admirably.
"Thursday", listening to "Wednesday", kept asking, "Are you sure he's only been here once before??".
"Friday (afternoon)" just sat there in the beginning with an impish grin on his face, a bit overwhelmed. But what else can you expect from someone who doesn't seem to get the pattern that Shabbos comes the same day every week ;) (just kidding "Friday". We really enjoyed your company and hope that if you choose to move to the Heights that we will be seeing more of you).
But seriously, once everybody got going the atmosphere was amazing and the cross talk was deafening.
All in all, it's been quite a while since we've had such a lively mix (did it have something to do with the three empty wine bottles now in my kitchen? You decide....) and the lights stayed on the whole time and NOBODY fell asleep!