A PARTY WITHOUT CAKE
IS JUST A MEETING.
I was never really the most conventional person, but when I was younger, I tended to cling to more of society's "rules" than I do now. I wanted to be the "adult" I thought I should be, the one other people thought I should be.
So, when my husband and I were invited to dinner at an acquaintance's home, I did what I was taught to do. I brought something, in this case a nice store-bought cake. The hostess thanked me, put it on the counter . . . where it sat for the rest of the night. We had a nice dinner, pleasant conversation. We helped clean up. Then . . . nothing. No coffee. No cake. No ice cream. No fruit and cheese. Nothing. Just a goodnight, see you soon, we should do this again . . . .
I was flabbergasted. This was against the "rules"! This is not how "adults" behave! (The ride home was like the "Marble Rye" episode of Seinfeld. Who doesn't serve cake? How can you not serve cake? And no coffee? How can you not serve coffee after dinner?)
But you know what? If that same thing happened today, to the person I am now, I'd either ask directly, "Are we having dessert?" or I'd just shrug and have my own cake when I got home.
And I am a much happier person for it.