In my mind it will be like this:
With an occasional measure of poetic overindulgent melancholy like that in the house party scene at the end of La Dolce Vita. But not too much because too much existentialism just absolutely ruins a good time.
So "Welcome, dahlings to my humble home!"
Grab yourself a cocktail:
Or a glass of champagne from my champagne pyramid!
What am I wearing, you ask? What a doll! Oh this old thing I just grabbed from the back of my closet.
|BOOM. FULL DYNASTY MODE ENGAGED.|
It's so not a big deal.
You know what is a big deal? My husband! Have you met him?
Not to brag (ha!), but this is what he got me for Christmas:
Well... eat, drink, be merry, et cetera, et cetera! And don't forget to grab a party favor on your way out!
Merry Christmas! And we'll see y'all next year!