Spanish Omelette versus martini.

Time for a mini rant before my guests arrive.
I like cooking on Saturdays, and on occasion-at very short notice- I will lose the run of myself and ask people to chez fatmammycat for food. Like I did today. After I found a very nice dress down town, I was such in good humour I thought, eeee, why not share the love. I'll cook and see if anyone wants to come and have a scoff.
What should I make? Something easy but yummy. I know, feta cheese and olive salad, pan con tomate, Spanish Omelette and plain but nice vanilla ice cream for afters with wafers- ice cream sambos. What could go wrong?
Well nothing really if I'd stayed off the sauce while cooking. Somehow while peeling and dicing ten spuds, three onions and three cloves of garlic I have managed to break a nail, burn my thumb, splash grease on my shirt, mix and in fact drink, three martinis (all while dancing around my kitchen to Madonna/petshop boys's mix of Sorry)
Injuries aside, now I'm in a quandry, to flip the omelette I need to slap it onto a big plate and turn it over, but because I have five people coming I made a bigger omelette than usual and I don't have a plate larger than the pan I'm working with. I'm half thinking to slice it in two but that could get messy...I suppose I could divide it up, but I wanted to put it all on a big plate and let folk help them selves, stupid delicious martini and shit there's the doorbell.
Adieu! XX