I am about to do something pretty, er, un-closeted. I'm throwing just a little party for Beloved on my front porch.
The improvements to my garden and yard have continued (they take a long time, you know?) and Beloved hasn't been by in a couple of weeks. Tonight she and I are having dinner with some friends. During dinner I will bring up my garden. The friends, if they take their cues well, will say, "Oh, we'd love to see that. How about we all drive by after dinner?" I will say "Swell!" or something like that.
When we get to my house, there will be multicolored lights on my front porch, as well as champagne glasses. There is a bottle of Korbel in the fridge, and an over-the-top homemade chocolate cake (that's the actual name of the cake. It's from the cookbook written by the owner of this bakery, well worth a trip to NYC from anywhere) with while boiled frosting (Beloved's absolute favorite) . We will sit on my porch, and toast Beloved's recent birthday.
And the whole neighborhood is welcome to see.