Rick Mallery wrote a blog that I found fascinating and I thought perhaps I’d like to try my hand at the idea. If anyone else upon reading this wants to try, go for it and let me know so I can see who attended yours!
The rules are simple:
Throw a dinner party
– Five guests and oneself. While relatives are permitted, it will be more interesting if guests are public figures – dead or alive, speaking any language – or even fictional characters.
– In turn, tag five others to hold Virtual Parties of their own. I won’t tag anyone, but like I said, if you feel the urge to do this yourself, please do!
Menu: Look at the guest list and tell me who would have time to eat? I think we shall have a buffet so that everyone can have what they want and if they are fickle, they have a lot to choose from as their taste buds change throughout the evening.
Location: This gang could hang anywhere. In this instance, I have chosen the great city of Paris. I have always wanted to go there. We can see the Eiffel Tower from where we dine. We found a quiet place where we can eat, chat, and not be disturbed by the tourists.
My guest list shall comprise of: William Shakespeare, Audrey Hepburn, Emily Dickinson, Jewel Kilcher, and Antonio Vivaldi.
The world knows him for the many works he’s written. I have always found his works fascinating and thought that perhaps it’d be great to sit down with him and discuss literature and ask him where he got the ideas for Hamlet, Romeo & Juliet, and so on. To get inside his brain would be most interesting indeed. And he and Emily could share their stories for inspiration. I think that he would see Audrey and perhaps see a muse and another sonnet would be written. He sits and absentmindedly eats at the fish in front of him, more engrossed with the conversation about art, literature, and music. He doesn’t mind sharing a few tales of his own.
The lovely lady sits down next to William, his eyes light up when she speaks. She tells us all about her work with UNICEF, the theater, and ways that she’d like to see the world better itself. Her heart is a compassionate one, one that hurts for the many who struggle. Jewel listens intently and begins jotting down lyrics on a napkin. Vivaldi hasn’t said much, for he can’t truly understand her, though he too was entranced by her charm and beauty. Emily seems to both admire her and have a certain disliking as well, though she never voices any ill thoughts she might have towards her. Audrey has a lot to say and it is she that does a lot of talking throughout the evening. I too find myself entranced by her passion for people. She didn’t eat much, she nibbled on the salad in front of her. Emily figured she was worried about her weight, though did admire her in the little black dress she wore.
She is definitely one of the quietest of the group, though she has a lot to say with her eyes as she watches the group. Though when William turned his attention to her for part of the evening, she lit up. He’s been a major influence to her writing throughout the years. She had so much to ask him, so much she wanted to say to him. They spoke of literature for awhile and while it was intense, the rest of us simply listened. At times the mood was dark, but always intriguing. They wondered at one point if they might collaborate on a piece sometime in the future. Her plate was full of nothing but organic food, food she said should be natural, only what has been grown from the earth, not tainted by anything unnatural that could be harmful to our bodies. Listening to her talk about death, immortality, love, and humanity was most interesting and I had questions for her about her writing, which I waited to ask until her talk with William seemed to fade out. I asked them both about their ideals, the influences. Jewel was still writing on that napkin of hers, it by now was all the way unfolded and you could see the dark ink more than the white of the napkin.
The poet, singer, and songwriter spoke to us about love, the beauty of the world, and wanting to do more to help. Her and Audrey had shared quite a bit of conversation there. She sang to us for awhile as well. It was amazing, like a little concert just for us. I asked her if I might sing a little with her and she smiled that smile of hers and started to play her guitar once more and we sang “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” from the Wizard of Oz. After the music quieted, she asked if she might have Audrey’s napkin so that she could write some more as the mood would strike as hers was already full. Audrey handed it to her, after Jewel agreed to partner with her on a philanthropy project. In between writing lyrics and talking, she did manage to eat quite a bit of the pasta that was on her plate. She figured she’d just walk it off later.
He was the most quiet throughout the evening, mostly just taking everything in. He admired the beauty of the ladies and the way that William could turn a phrase. For a part of the evening, he asked in his native tongue if he might play for us a little while. So while we ate and quietly talked, his violin produced such beautiful music. Earlier in the evening, he did ask if he might say grace. Whether anyone had an issue with it or not, no one argued with him. I didn’t understand a word of it, but it sounded beautiful. He ate a little bread, ciabatta I think was the closest they could get to what he was hoping to have. There was cheese, a little fruit, and with that he seemed satisfied. Listening to him speak, I imagined myself in Venice. Perhaps my next dinner party should be in Italy.