And get some extra napkins
Arianne Cohen gets an invitation to one of those New York nude dinner parties:
I was petrified. I am an enthusiast of other naked activities — skinny dipping, showers, sex. But unlike dinner, those all start with ‘s.’ This seems important. Also, they all involve doing something. A lengthy swimming career taught me that many people are attractive naked not because of their bodies’ particulars, but because of the way those bodies move. It’s why the prettiest people are not always the most sought after. Movement is important. When stationary, my lower body looks like a bean bag chair.
But I wondered. Nudity is something I can deal with. Perhaps I am a closet nudist. Perhaps nudism is my new untapped outlet, ready to occupy the empty space in my life between knitting and Netflix.
Actually, well, um, never mind. I’m not going there.
She did, however, accept the invitation:
Through three courses of Indian food, I found that my need to check out men’s packages had passed in its entirety, and that skin is just another set of clothes. People carry themselves differently when naked; it’s more authentic. You can read who people are at a glance. I imagined the heavily makeup’ed fashionistas of my Upper East Side neighborhood melting down under these conditions, their coiffed facades broken, their personalities unable to function in the harsh light of reality.
Still, I don’t think she’s going to make a habit of these events: “Never was I so excited to see my bra.” File under Been There, Done That, and I’d bet her next meal en déshabillé will be solo in front of a DVD from Netflix.
Tatyana »
12 November 2008 · 2:55 pm
…sans knitting though. Even the master of multitasking can’t count purls, watch a charged scene in the movie AND stay clear off the sharp knirring needle points.
unimpressed »
12 November 2008 · 4:03 pm
Maybe she’d have been a little less apprehensive had it been “supper” instead of “dinner”. :)
fillyjonk »
13 November 2008 · 3:37 pm
Tat:
I don’t know about others, but if I’m eating, I don’t knit. Too much chance of getting olive oil or sweet potato goo or something on the wool.
I do hope if any of the food served at that meal was either deep-fried or pan-fried, that the chef wore at least an apron.
Tatyana »
13 November 2008 · 7:25 pm
The only outside activity I can do while knitting is watching CSI Miami. Predictable and forgiving if skipped a few minutes.. Yes, I was told I have a masculine type brain: multitasking is an effort to me.