Hello and welcome, I’m Renée Valentina and this is Musing Interruptus. A podcast meant for sharing thoughts, stories, enjoying idiomatic phrases and words in general. You can read along; the transcription is in the description of this episode. The idiomatic expressions are in italics. Try to get the meaning from the context and then look them up to see if you were right. If you like it, share it, but more importantly, continue the conversation. Today, The life of the party.
The moment of conception is never as relevant as birth in the movies. Same goes for these matters in everyday conversations. Conception of someone or an idea is not unimportant, but what matters is gestation of that person or idea and then the birth. That is when the party really begins. So let’s imagine we want to throw a party. Conception. That magic moment when an idea seems to come out of nowhere (which is not true, ideas come from places, just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist). As I was saying, that magic moment when an idea seems to have come out of nowhere and now it is there, in your head. I remember some of the best ideas I’ve ever had, and some of the worst. I think that parties are are a great representation of what can happen if you have a great idea and take it to term. 
When planning a party, you might start with the theme, although I like to start with the image of how I want to see people enjoying themselves. Then I work my way back to figure out how they got there. I see the party in reverse. Guests, at the end of the night, carrying their shoes in one hand, stumbling to their ubers, happy, tired,, and thinking, that was a great party.
I’m married so I’m always getting a divorce. It is the blanket response to whatever I don’t want to do or face. I don’t want to go to the supermarket and wash the fruits and vegetables. Let’s get a divorce. I don’t want to fold the clothing and put it away, I especially don’t want to put the clothing away. Let’s get a divorce. I don’t want to go to your funeral or have to deal with paperwork or empty Sundays. Let’s get a divorce. Let your next partner worry about those things. If I am divorced I can stop eating, wearing clothes, and not have to deal with paperwork, ever again. Marriage is the root cause of anger and pain and loss and an endless parade of clothing that needs to be folded, lest they decide to live in clean, sanitized piles on the dining room table. I don’t see that happening anytime soon. If you take care of that, you can free up your mind. That calls for a party. You have a party when you get married, you should have a party when you get divorced. In 2018 I had the idea for a divorce party. A way to send off the newly single individuals, surrounded by their drunk and cocoked-uplosest friends and family. The party is the sum of the experiences you can have, drinks (alcoholic and nononalcoholic food, music, lighting, smells, visual aids, and how people live those experiences in the party community.  Continue reading


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