Potluck at # 9

Today is my first "dinner party" on Blogland Lane. I called it a "potluck supper" because that sounded like less pressure but really, I want my house to look nice and I want to create an atmosphere where we meet and mingle with one another, enjoy awesome food from all over the world, party it up, and leave feeling like we have quite a cool neighborhood.
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ARRRGGGH: I am sick!!!!! Thank God I made my enchilada verdes yesterday, before I started feeling queasy. Thank God I already arranged the plates and silverware and glasses, I bought some beer and wine and made up some sangria. I even set the table in advance, not like me at all.
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I feel better than I did last night, and no way am I canceling our get together. You might have to excuse me if I sneak away for a bit, but I am not contagious and I have enough strength and motivation to enjoy kibitzing.
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All that is left is to show you the enchilidas verdes and supply the recipe.
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BUT: I've tried. I've uploaded and downloaded and asked Blogger to cooperate. No luck. So I am instead relying on the imagination of my wonderful new neighbors. Please conjure up a picture of my potluck contribution, and please use Google to find a good enchilada verdes recipe.
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And, after I get back from afternoon tea, if I find I'm still squirmy, IS THERE A STEP-IN HOST OR HOSTESS IN THE CROWD?
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Virtual neighborhood, be damn. I'm sick and I'm dealing with it in real life, real time. And you wouldn't want me to be anything but real, right?
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Now that that's out of the way, let's party.
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Oh, and don't forget to bring a tidbit of information about yourself! Here's mine:
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Like Baino, I am soft in the middle. I am sensitive and my feelings are vulnerable. But that only goes so far. If I need to push back or move on, I eventually will. And one more thing: I have always loved writing and drawing. It's only in the last few years, because of blogging more than anything else, that writing and art have taken a front seat in my life.