Over the Hill and Through the Woods

(On the phone-)

Tim: Hey, you going to Lance's thing?

Moi: What Lance's thing? I guess I wasn't invited.

Tim: Um. This is awkward. ... Want to go anyway?

And that was how I got to Lance's birthday party this afternoon. Though I was not part of the "like a hundred people" he invited (Tim's words), I still managed to get in and enjoy a refreshing break from writing personal statements and papers. Sure, the guest book caught us by a bit of a surprise since we had already used up all our nice words for Lance in the awesome card we got him, but the food spread was amazing. Warm brie pie (so there's pastry crust instead of the normal icky stuff), smoked salmon, good mix of cheeses and crackers, and quiche with tomato and basil- all the right things for a mid-afternoon snack.

Tim, Brianna, and I, the Bo' contingency of the party, sat in a corner by ourselves, chatting, but mostly devouring plate after plate of smoked salmon (with capers, cucumbers, and dip).

("Amy" talking with her friend "Suzanne"-)
in quotes because I'm not sure if they're their actual names

"Suzanne": I don't eat smoked salmon either.

"Amy": Look at Tim, he's eating it.

"Suzanne": They're all eating it, all three of them. They really like that stuff, huh?

"Amy": Of course they like smoked salmon. They from the Bo'.