Mary, Jackie, Stan, Doyce, Kate, and Randy were all over, too. Margie did something I’ve never heard of before – as each guest came through the door, they had to take a slip of paper with a number and an appetizer on it, which they then had to prepare.
I think the theory behind this was to make sure Margie stayed off her foot and ankle, which she broke in December. It helped…some. But it was interesting. Why Randy got stuck making the dumplings, I’ll never know.
It was glog night. I think I’m going to make the tentative observation that warm liquor is my Waterloo, or at least my tequila. I don’t regret my inappropriate actions, but I won’t chortle over them here.
A foodie note – mixing kona coffee (with its smoky undertaste) and Scotch cancels out the smokiness of both. Stick with whiskey.
I miss you all already.