Tomorrow I am hosting a dinner party for Drew's employees & their spouses and two of his bosses from Toronto. Having people over for dinner used to mean buying enough paper plates, now it means ironing place mats. The term "dinner party" may be misleading, but I'm not sure what else to call it. There will be 8 adults eating food that I made off of real plates in my formal dining room. That's a dinner party, right? It feels like a very adult thing to do and 99% of the time I feel like I'm just winging this whole adult thing. I mean, really. I'm winging it, but how am I doing? Not too bad, right?