The house meeting happened. Now I have to figure out whether I want M to buy me a new pan (I do want a new one, but somehow I still feel bad for asking, because it wasn’t her who scratched it; her boyfriend did)… plus, we still have no idea what happened to one of the missing wine glasses. Hm, it didn’t go as badly as I thought it would. At least all the rules and shit are laid out on the table.
It’s Magnolia season.
So E got a Cuban cigar from his friend a while back, and we’re trying it out tonight. I don’t think any of us know what we’re doing.
There’s a first time for everything, I guess.