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invitations, realpolitik

thank you all for the lovely and insightful things you said about event invitations, both in the comments on my last post and offline. Much appreciated. Some guidelines I took away from these discussions:

- no one "deserves" to be invited to parties; as a host it's fine to choose a smaller guest list to suit a particular event.
- as a guest I don't need to take it personally if someone else doesn't include me in their dinner party or games night.
- I may not be obligated to invite someone's partners to an event I host, but it's the graceful thing to do.
- people care a lot about feeling included in community; if I'm hosting a large party or a community event, I need to be mindful to include people I'm not close to who may have strong connections to mutual friends.
- it's OK to ask to bring my partner(s) or kids to an event if the invite hasn't specified that it's a no-kids or no-SO kind of thing. 
- as a host, it's OK to politely decline those requests, but it's best to be gracious and flexible about including my guests' loved ones.

Those seem like good guidelines. Armed with them, I talked to my co-host about the next big event I'm planning. We agreed on the right size (30~ish people), the tone of the evening, and how we want to handle kids being there. I drafted a guest list by running through my address book and adding anyone I felt would be nice to share that evening with. 

My first draft was 94 people. Closing the gap between 94 desired guests and the 30-40 people I can actually invite is, I'm pretty sure, going to force me to hurt some feelings. Meh. 
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Gratitude large and small

I'll take any opportunity to express gratitude in the world. No time like the present.

- love, in all the ways it touches my life
- food, abundant, delicious, and thoughtfully created and consumed
- my healthy, happy, whole family
- the fact that the monsters in my closet are nearly all invisible, and vulnerable to imaginary weapons.
- my large stash of imaginary weapons, and an army of well-armed friends who use those arms for killer hugs.


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Home.

Actually I came home late Wednesday night and have managed to lay eyes and hands on quite a few of you in the days between now and then.

But it still felt like all the parts were in motion until d&d tonight, which was exactly like d&d always is and now there's something like solid ground beneath my feet.

I'm back, and I think I'll stay awhile this time.

Very much looking forward to lots of long walks and hot cups of tea and quiet conversations in parks. With friends. By which I mean you.

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Our Cat Is Home!

thank you to everyone who told us they'd spotted him near the corner of Pearson and Kidder. He's safe at home with us now, being loved till he can't stand it.
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Restaurant recs

I'm looking for a restaurant for about 15 people on a Friday night that has an adjacent parking lot and Red Line T access, great handicap accessibility, good drinks, veg options and a quiet atmosphere.

Suggestions?

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