The passing of Jimmy Carter has me revisiting my list of people for the ultimate dinner party.
There was a time it would be a party of icons – music, literature, funkiness etc. but as I get older I find conversations are becoming fewer and fewer, shallower and shallower.
Here then is my latest iteration of the parlour game ‘Who would you invite to your ultimate dinner party, living or dead?’
- Jimmy Carter – who would bring an empathetic, humanist mind to deep conversations.
- John Irving – ‘Cider House Rules’ – nuff said!
- Alphonse Mucha – Love his art and quite a character at dinner.
- Kahlil Gibran – If you know me, you know I am a fan.
- Margaret Mead – imagine a conversation between her and Jimmy Carter on the nature of being human?
- Sinead O’Connor – Maybe we could get her to sing a rendition of ‘Black Boys on Mopeds’?
- Maya Angelou – because she and Jimmy Carter are in a league of their own.
- Meryl Streep – because she is not your Hollywood stereotype, with a mind she likes to speak.
- Albert Einstein – would there be a dinner party he was not invited to?
- My wife – because I know she would love the conversations and to prove the dinner party actually happened.
- Rusty and Miss Frieda – two peas in a pod, they would be delightful entertainment (if they didn’t jump on the table!)
- Me – the happy host hovering about filling drinks and tossing in the odd pun when things got quiet (13 is also my fave number).