Day 27: 10 people (living or dead) you’d invite to dinner. Include the menu.
Well, if you insist.
- Hillary (my friend, not Clinton, although she’d be great), of course, because she is not only my sistah, but a gentlewoman and a scholar.
- Ernest Hemingway — do I really need to tell you why?
- Dorothy Parker — the sharpest wit anywhere
- Oprah (duh)
- Michael Stipe — I would just love a conversation with him.
- Eve — tell all, girl.
- Johnny Cash — a man of many talents
- Carrie Fisher — personal hero I very much feel a kinship with.
- Zelda Fitzgerald — I can’t throw a dinner party without her.
- Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg — just talk and let me soak up your knowledge.
I really like my list. What amazing conversations there would be. Menu. That’s hard. I’m thinking good southern comfort food because fried chicken is universal (queen Elizabeth and Shakespeare would have eaten birds). I think cornbread and yeast rolls, mashed potatoes, green beans, fried okra (although it’s not my favorite — it is a vegetable), bacon Brussel sprouts, macaroni and cheese, and two desserts — key lime pie (gotta make Papa Hemingway happy) and Hummingbird cake. Yes, that will do.

Party of the century.
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