A Lego man on a torta Pasqualina. Some as-yet-unnamed pasta shape (turns out it's calamarata, with tomatoes, basil, and butter, really good). Pata negra. We owe so many people dinners at the moment.

And we laughed so motherflippin' hard last night that I broke down in tears at least once and my stomach actually hurts today...when was the last time that happened? But then how often do we get to see Andy's rope-sliding face. Remind me to tell you the story sometime.


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