It's Not a Party If You Are Trying To Sell Me Something
(Photo courtesy of Dixie's Tupperware Party)
Here's an idea. How about you invite me to your house for a drink/be my friend without trying to sell me something. Just because your husband and my husband talked at the pee wee football game doesn't mean I have to now buy your jewelry/Juice Plus supplements/home goods.
Maybe I'm just a sucker. Maybe other people can see it coming a mile away. But you come up to me at school with a warm smile and tell me something that we have in common - like our kids are in the same class or it turns out we're both friends with so-and-so, and you invite me to your house for a girls' night. Goodness knows there's nothing I like more than hanging out with fun people and a glass of Sauvignon Blanc.
So I say, "Sure! That would be great!"
Then I get there, and instead of your dining room table being filled with olives, hummus and other delicious nibbley things, it's laden with catalogs and displays of lingerie or kitchen gadgets or jewelry I've seen on lots of other people. Don't get me wrong, there is hummus on another table, but now if I enjoy a glass of wine and a pita triangle, I feel like I have to buy an avocado masher to pay for them.
Here's the thing. When I invite people into my home, they're my guests. And as their host, I feel it's my duty to feed them, liquor them up, and provide them with a good time. And as my guests, it's their duty to provide me with... Nothing! Because they're my guests. Their presence and good company is all that is asked of them.
Maybe I'm old fashioned, but my cocktails will never be served with a side of merchandise.