Last Night...

I admit it. I didn't watch a second of the Superbowl. Don't get me wrong; I had every intention of watching the game. In fact, all throughout Sunday I was day-dreaming of the chips and dip, the guacamole, the chili, the cold beer, and oh, yes, the game. I have relatives in New Orleans...you know, the kind of relatives you really adore? So, of course, I was rooting for those Saints. I was looking forward to a crazy night of eating, drinking and screaming my head off to support the Saints!

About 5pm I got a text reminding me I was invited, and expected, at a friends house for a dinner party. Whoops! There goes the game. Immediately I sadly said goodbye to those visions of warm chili and beer. Well, I thought, maybe my dinner hosts will have the game on in the background. Of course they will, right? Wrong. My friends are from the Netherlands and not that into our football and had no interest in the game what...so...ever.

Not a problem. As soon as I entered their hallway I could smell the home cooking. As I opened the door to the apartment I was greeted with huge bear hugs and kisses and a nice glass of red wine. Some other friends had just gotten back from a month-long road trip throughout the States, so there was much to talk about. We all stayed in the kitchen for at least an hour just catching up on our lives. My Dutch friends had just discovered fluff over the weekend, but did not know that you could mix fluff with peanut butter so I had to set them straight. I created a fluffernutter and cut into 8 tiny triangles...Voila ...appetizers. They were hooked!

As we ate dinner and had some laughs looking at their photo albums I was reminded that this really is what it's all about. We always say at Circle Furniture that our furniture is "made for real life" or that it's all about entertaining in a comfortable atmosphere. We want people to love our furniture, to live in our furniture, but mostly to make memories while sitting at their dining room table or relaxing on one of our sectionals. You house truly becomes a home when you add comfort, warmth, friendship and family.

So although I did not get to watch the Saints momentous victory, I had an awesome night. The food, wine and conversation was just what the doctor ordered on a cold, wintry Boston night. For a girl who does not like to cook (besides the occasional fluffernutter), having someone make you dinner is like feeding a stray cat...you'll have a friend for life! I'm just saying, I'm always open to invitations!

Congrats New Orleans, you deserve it big time!