It’s been over a year since I last hosted a dinner.
But when my friend Sherry told me she was in town, I thought it time to bring ’em back. And then I found out my buddies Clay and Phil also in town, so double-bonus.
It’s funny – I’ve realized more and more that the job of a host is very simple:
- Set expectations (in my case, a stronger focus on the personal size combined with an irreverent approach)
- Get the hell outta the way
Food is nice. Ambience is important (we were in the “Swords & Pistols” room). But the people who show are key.
I am pretty grateful of knowing so many dope-ass humans.
Oddly enough I got this email today too: