One of the hardest things about difficult financial times is that hospitality is one of the things that first falls by the wayside for me. Since most of my friends have allergies, sharing my home with so many animals doesn't make my home the best destination choice for dinner or an evening with a DVD. I have always tried to be a good guest, bringing a bottle of wine, a plate of brownies or something like that. Lately, when I've been invited over, all I've been able to bring has been myself. I've tried to make up for that by being a helpful and entertaining guest. Looks like that too has dropped off my charts.
Sunday night, I went to see some old and dear friends. We've known each other since college, and there's not much we don't know about each other. We ate dinner, sat down to watch a movie, and soon, I was fast asleep on their couch. S. woke me up hours later to tuck me in for the night. Despite that, she asked me back last night, and I went with the promise that I wouldn't fall asleep on them. Wrong! It happened again. She said one minute I was talking, and the next I was just out. She did assure me that even asleep I was amusing. Besides snoring, I talk and kick my left leg, only my left leg. This morning, I told her I must be a can-can dancer in my dreams.
I haven't been sleeping well. In fact, I haven't been sleeping, and I think it felt so good to be around loving, trustworthy people that I was able to relax and let my body claim what it needed. While it's good to have friends like that, I think I might need to learn how to juggle, play the harmonica and tap dance before I go to their home next time. My entertainment value has definitely fallen. That, and my chocolate covered cherry brownies might make it up.