Raised on Sex and the City, I guess I thought that 90% of adult life was sexy dinner parties. (The other 10% was just traveling between sexy dinner parties.) But, well into adulthood and I feel like my dying wish might just turn out to be "just one, really sexy dinner party to go out on..."
But now, shabbat IS the sexy dinner party?
My feed is filled with Gen Zers raging with challah and DJs on Friday nights. There are also the moody photos of long tables aglow with warm candles, wax drippings dotting the hand-written perfectly imperfect place cards and an array of stylish attendees who are no doubt Met Gala-adjacent, all gathering to ring in the sabbath while mixing patterns and silhouettes I never thought possible! The CHICNESS!
Could it be that the intimate soiree vibes I've been chasing my entire life have been quilted into the fabric of my ancient religion?
And on the seventh day, He made a sexy dinner party.
The 9:1 dinner party to non-dinner party ratio was off. That's too many dinner parties.
But 1:7?
That's a sexy ratio.
Shabbat Shalom,
Dara
Founder, Mamaleh
