Dinner Party Delights

The other night, the Hipster House threw a dinner party. It was wonderful.

It was kind of funny, because all of us were a bit nervous, because, honestly. We’re hipsters. We trade with toast as our base currency. We’re more likely to be up at three in the morning watching stand-up then we are to be doing…well, pretty much anything else.

There’s this idea of “dinner parties” and how they somehow equate to “being adult”.

“Being adult” is generally something we avoid at this house. (Just because nobody who lives in the house really knows what it means.)

So, there was actually a quite a bit of nervous tension in the air, as we cleaned the house and tried to remember the proper way to cook a roast.

It turned out to be a wonder, though.

Our guests were beautiful people. One was a stand-up comic who runs what is arguably the most controversial stand-up room in Melbourne and plays guitar, one is a nurse who plays the violin, and the other was their knee-high child.

There was a beautiful jam session in the living room that went until two in the morning. (Seriously. Instrument diversity makes jam sessions so incredibly amazing.)

I spent a great deal of time hanging out with the violin-playing nurse. We had fantastic conversations about music and travel and books and vocabulary.

I used to have fairly regular vocab posts on here (it’s been on the back of my mind for a while to get those going again…).

My most favourite word is “Lethologica”, which means “having the proper term on the tip of one’s tongue”.

(Now watch you forget the word for forgettting words. HA!)

I’ve never met another person who knew this word. My Violin playing nurse, however, had it in her top 3.

Her other favourite two vocabulary words are “neologism”, which is a made up word with a meaning that everyone understands. (Think of pretty much every word that Shakespeare made up, or every other word from Jabberwocky. Or something like FABULAWESOME. Because it’s not a real word, but you know what I mean.)

The other one is “scotalism” which is not paying attention to things we see every day. She demonstrated this one by covering up my watch and then asking me what brand it was, what colour the face was, and what the buttons on it did. It’s the idea that you might not know your license plate number, even though you see it ever time you get in your car.

 

So, to sum up the evening:

Words With Friends. 😉

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