Okay. I had a soiree last night. Wine, cheese, grapes, olives… Mis-matched crystal goblets so people could choose their own unique drinking vessel. All that went over well. I had smoked salmon. It was even chilling in the fridge. I had a plate on the dining room table, ready to receive it.

Did I get it OUT of the fridge? No. That would make too much sense.

Did my friends remind me of the smoked salmon that they had been promised? No. They were too polite.

I do this every time I have a party. I had a cookout earlier this year, and discovered the sliced onions, tomatoes, and lettuce for the burgers when everyone was finishing their lunch.

You know what this means, of course: I need to have more parties so I can gain more experience and have a better grasp on this whole entertaining thing. I’m sure Jerry will LOVE that idea.

In the meantime, does anyone need some smoked salmon? Or some wine? I have plenty of wine left… Too bad Jerry isn’t a big fan of either…