Dec 25, 2010 12:31
Or rather, my first house's first Christmas. I am hosting for the first time, it is getting closer to zero hour and although I know that the house is clean and everything is pretty much under control (all the things I forgot are being brought by other people), there is still this sense of dread that something will go horribly wrong.
I am having my mother, my brother Boil, his girlfriend M and a friend, P, over, so far the guest list has changed five times, I have gone through a period of stress headaches and nightmares - that's LITERAL nightmares - over this but we're nearly through it.
M is vegetarian, something Boil neglected to tell me till halfway through the month, but she's bringing her own vegetarian dish. Otherwise I'm cooking honey roast ham and special secret roast veggies. If all goes right it will be gorgeous, and perfectly edible for P, who's lactose-intolerant (I also got a vegan christmas pudding and a carton of soya custard just for him).
Boil, Mum and P all have a tendency to get argumentative, so there are a number of silly party games planned - I really AM looking forward to that, I love stupid party games.
It's nearly time. Wish me luck. I am NEVER doing this again. You know, I might have a seizure from sheer relief when all this is over...