Dinner parties are miserable, sad affairs, attended by soulless couples with nothing better to do with their lives than outdoing the other soulless couples that make up their dinner party ‘circle’.
Grown men, forced to dress smart, dragged along unwillingly. Probably the only time they are ‘allowed’ out, and too scared of their scolding wife to actually enjoy themselves.
Talking shite all night about cheese and wine, or the latest book they have pretended to read, and bragging about their latest property valuation/investment portfolio/new car in that self-satisfying way which only dinner party couples can.
No I don’t go to dinner parties, nor would I ever host one. I do, however, have people round for something to eat now and then and they often return the favour. If they called it a dinner party though it would be the last time!