Dinner Party in My Dreams

So the Cool Design post below was prompted by a dream I had last night where I was having dinner with Kelly Wearstler and my Grandma and Courtney Love so I decided that, occasionally, it would be fun to post 5 people with whom I’d love to have a dinner party. Don’t worry, I’ll try to never mention any of my dreams again, because what’s worse than having to listen to someone’s dream (“It was the house I grew up in, but, like, it totally wasn’t, you know?” Ugh)?

In no particular order, I'd like to sup with:

Kelly Wearstler 

(see below under Cool Design and also here’s another excuse to gaze into her coolness).

Courtney Love

She’d keep the conversation flowing and who knows where the night would go. There’s a chance that I or one of my guests could get food thrown at them, but these people can all handle themselves.

Evan Biddell 

This young designer would be there to represent the younger generation. Also I’d have someone to hit on and his personality seems big enough to keep up with the room.

Andy Cohen

Bravo TV’s Producer seems funny, smart and sophisticated. He rocks at asking questions and would be good at changing the subject if it became neccesary. Also, he’s a more age-appropriate dude to hit on when I get rejected by the Biddell.

Gwen Stefani 

She’s the right “glue” person with fingers in music, fashion, and design  who isn’t too stuffy or too trashy. She would be the median of the personalities in many ways. 

This would be a lively group. It could be calm and sedate with lots of talking about all kinds of things, or it could totally go off the rails but it wouldn’t be boring (only boring people get bored anyway).

Since, it's my dream we'd be celebrating the completed decor project of my home and we'd eat out by the pool where my dolphin, Roger, lived. The food would be casual fare and we'd be seated boy-girl-boy-girl. It would be one of those endless summer nights with a firefly filled sky and perfect music for every conversation playing at exactly the right volume. At some point, someone (probably Coutney) would drag someone else into the pool and then somehow, we'd all end up in there fully clothed, our laughter lifting higher and higher into the  warm night sky while Roger swam amongst us tickling our feet.