My Parents' Parties Were Legendary ~ set of 6 coasters

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My Parents' Parties Were Legendary ~ set of 6 coasters

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Cocktail Conversation:

If there was one thing my parents were good at, it was hosting a party. The liquor flowed freely and the food was plentiful but the hit of the party was really the guests. My parents had somehow (it’s always hard to imagine your parents with a social life) amassed a group of friends with fascinating, eclectic, and mysterious personalities and backgrounds and would gather them all together once-a-year, usually in winter. Down in our basement, with the built-in bar; blue, shag carpeting; and wallpaper patterned with huge, white and blue zinnias...quite stylish for the 70s...would be a collection of their guests that included bluegrass musicians, commercial pilots, lesbians, people of color, federal judges, tennis players, next-door and down-the-street neighbors, co-workers, carpet layers, fishing buddies, teetotalers and boozers, teachers, psychiatrists, writers, and the guy who worked mornings at the gas station my dad would buy his cigarettes at. I would venture into this sea of characters and mingle amongst them soaking in their bursts of laughter, their idiosyncratic party attire, their animated story telling, until I was discovered, deemed an interloper in the late hours way past my bedtime, and shooed upstairs. I would then fall asleep to the muffled sounds of the party coming up through the heat vent on the floor next to my bed, happy and content believing that the entire world was filled with my parents’ friends.

It wasn’t until my wedding reception, several years after the last of my parents’ parties was thrown, that I realized their parties were special. Guest after guest came up to my husband and me excited to reminisce about those events, bumping into fellow partiers they hadn’t seen in a long time, swapping stories about special cocktails, hilarious games, or how they eventually got home that one year there was a snowstorm and dumped 15” of snow above ground while the party raged on below ground, attendees oblivious to the challenge ahead of them in the wee hours of the morning just a few hours away. At the reception hall, words like “legendary” and “never again” and “wild” echoed from one table to another. But most often, I heard, “hey, whatever happened to that one guy/lady/couple? Are they here?”

Sometime in the middle of the reception, it dawned on me that my parents’ friends weren’t just here to toast the bride and groom. They were here for community. Specifically, my parents’ community; the friends and acquaintances and misfits who crossed all socioeconomic and cultural boundaries and gathered in the basement of my parents’ modest ranch house in a small Minneapolis neighborhood. They too found comfort in believing in a world full of my parents’ friends. And they needed to know they were still out there.

“Being soaked alone is cold. Being soaked with your best friend is an adventure.” {Emily Wing Smith}

Description:

These coasters are made from natural and sustainable cork and are extra thick to protect your tabletop from moisture and heat. Use them as drink coasters or under small vases or potted plants.

  • Set of 6 round coasters made of natural cork

  • One-of-a-kind, hand-marbled design

  • Colors: Turquoise, Black, Napthol Red

  • Marbled on the front, plain on the back

  • 4” diameter, 1/4” thick

  • Long lasting, durable (my personal set is 5 years old and still going strong!)

NOTE ON SHIPPING: You will likely be charged waaaaaay more than the actual cost to ship to you. No worries! I will refund the difference.

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