This is a world dedicated to hosting–hosting others, hosting ourselves, hosting the simplest self indulgences and the liveliest festivities. At our table, guards come down and souls open up. We find common language in our wildly disparate experiences. We share deeply intimate stories about how far we’ve come and where our dreams are taking us. We laugh belly-full until it hurts, and dance with fierce gusto. We’re not, not sipping a second, maybe third glass of wine, convincing ourselves we’ll only stay for another thirty minutes. Our perfectly perfect mess becomes a real life still life and the ultimate sign of a damn good time. When we’re hosting, there’s always room for one more.