I’ll definitely be there, but as mentioned before, a bit late due to family obligations in the afternoon. mags, can ya try to save a small piece of lasagne for me?
I’ll also bring Fred the beanie baby monkey that has an alien facehugger firmly attached to his skull. It’s my totem animal at work- it reminds me that no matter how bad things are, I could always have an alien embryo implanted in my chest cavity that will burst out in a spray of blood and gore.
I’ll bring some wine, I can do that. I also will be bringing some polenta with broccoli. I also have a card game that I’ll bring with just in case anyone wants to play some cards.
I am soooo excited. My boss is in town Thursday and Friday. I just know I’ll feel like I deserve a big night out with some wine, wine is always good!
Salad. I do believe I can handle making a salad, except I don’t have a big salad bowl. What I can do is pack everything in big Ziploc baggies and mix it all at your place, Jen. How’s that sound?
Any sort of dressings people prefer? Should I just get a variety?
Not to sound like everyone’s mother, but why are discussing booze if this is supposed to be a quieter-type potluck?
Or am I an ass for bringing this up?
I missed out on my chance to nab a 30% off train fare, so I’m still sitting on the fence on coming or not. I’ll make one of these dramatic, last-minute decisions, probably.
Just a reminder, anyone that is planning on crashing chez Nym is hereby invited, nay, begged, to bring a sleeping bag, blankie, pillow or whatever might soothe your weary person. There will be plenty of (carpeted) floor space, the air mattress for two and a couch for one, but with the headcount I’m coming up with, my two spare sets of sheets and one extra pillow may get stretched thin.
I know we all love each other, but I’m afeared of letting anyone down in my hostess capacity.