19.9.12

Seven Guests

My seven guests.
  1. Richard P. Feynman
  2. Jesus
  3. Roger Penrose
  4. Tom Hiddleston
  5. Emily Dickinson
  6. Amelia Earhart
  7. Joss Whedon
Having Penrose, Dick and Jesus all close to each other, would be definitely most of the fun of the night. Fortunately they are an American guy, an English gentleman and... Jesus. So, they probably wouldn't end punching each other on an argument. (I'm not so fond about Richard, doh).
Tom would try to hit the conversation of these big three all night, eventually without any effective result. However, he would end playing bongos with Dick during the after dinner. (Both drunk, obviously).
It would be perfect having Emily near Tom. She wouldn't probably speak at all anyway, so that having Tom there could either avoiding the frustration on being unable to interacting properly with the other three and entertaining her during the whole evening. Discussing about classics and poetry, but also rainbows, butterflies, tiny stars, unicorns and all "their kinda stuff". Unreal people.
Amelia would poke here and there Emily during the conversation, but, mostly she would be absorbed by Joss and his questions about women and feminism and power, probably with already a script forming in his mind.
Me? I would totally unable to say a single word, completely drowned in the awesomeness of my guests.
After that, I think, I will die.
Quickly.
And happy as a clam.

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