Neighborhood Meeting
I’m catching up here, so bear with me for posting last Thursday’s thing. It was really more of a potluck than a meeting. Also, Mark’s house is small, so we were jammed in there pretty tightly. Sardine-like. Does anybody eat tins of sardines anymore? Like a bag of baby carrots, then.
We stuffed ourselves and drank wine. Mark and I enumerated the virtues of Futurama, which approach infinity, of course. There were dueling mac & cheese dishes.
Then a neighbor hauled out an amazing key-lime-style cheesecake covered in edible flowers, over which we poured blueberry sauce. Dear god, the calories.
And, hey, Margaret Smith is our neighbor!
