I scheduled the whole party a month ago, and didn’t realize that I was scheduling it a day before Easter.  Who thinks about chocolate rabbits and resurrections in February?  Whatever.

Earlier in the week I let my friend convince me to go shopping at Costco after I had a few beers.  It’s not good to shop at Costco without absolute mental clarity.  Because I saw a huge jar of pickles and thought “I bet fourteen people eating burgers can burn through that” and now I have a HUGE JAR OF PICKLES.*

I used white zinfandel for sangria.  Okay, so, maybe that didn’t work.

I dealt from the bottom of the deck when I wasn’t paying attention.

I write too much on this dumb site; some of the guests, in honor of the post below, brought me a stick of pepperoni and I didn’t get it at first.**

*But I’ll eat them.  I love pickles.

** But I’ll eat it.  I love pepperoni.