Fix me a plate.

What are you cooking tonight?

I am coming over for dinner. 😁

This maybe the second time I told you I was coming over of dinner, if so sorry I got tied up and it slipped my mind. 😁😁😁

I should let you know that I don’t eat pork, shell fish, catfish, or cheddar biscuits. 🤣😑

And most importantly, I don’t eat bloody meat! Fax!

I knew it was time to change myself when I noticed my friends don’t have a dinner table. 😅🤣😐

How the 🤬 is 🥷🏾’z eatin’ with no dinner table?! 🤣🤣🤣

I am well in my adulthood, and I still haven’t attended an adult dinner party.

Not we cooked and sat on the couch, watched TV, or talked while we ate.  🙄

Or we cook are still sitting on the couch, but no one is talking. A room full a people in dead silence, except the sounds of forks scrapingthe plate. 🙄😴

Or my personal favorite standing in the kitchen eating, with loud music blasting over even louder people. 🥳🙄😵🤢

I could go on, but you get the point.

I don’t want to go to a hood party or family reunion type of event.

But a real dinner party!

With dinner served on a table with cloth.

You know, get dressed up like you’re going out, but you’re just going to a friend’s house for dinner.

Conversation, mellow, or relaxing music playing softy in the background.

And yes, with the awkward centerpiece taking up slightly too much space. 😅😑🤣

The whole nine.

So, what cha thinkin’?

What do you think of the concept I presented on this post? Do you agree? Why or why not?

Have you ever attended a dinner party? If so, did you enjoy it?

Have you been to a “hood” dinner party before? If so, did you enjoy it?

In Conclusion – The Motto:

My name is Kinfolk Wellin’, and I thank you for your time.

• Gang, I’d rather be free!
• Poster Child
• “They Already Told Us.”
• Put Some More Work In
• Words Don’t Lie, Belief Does