dinner party, take 3

Yesterday I was looking at quiche recipes when I got a text from one of my neighbors who was supposed to come to my dinner party. He asked if he and his wife could come by and I was like "of course!" because I had meatballs and sauce that could feed an army. First, I would mention that they loved the spaghetti and meatballs (he had three helpings). Second, I would mention that the french bread was good right out of the oven but by the next day it was rock hard. My chef neighbor said it's not my fault, it's the dry climate, and maybe to add some gluten next time. Considering it took me 12 years to find tahini in the grocery, I doubt I will be able to find gluten.

Anyway, it turns out my neighbors blew off my dinner party to watch the broncos game (even though they were the ones who suggested we have the dinner party on Monday - ?????). I had gone to a new restaurant in the neighborhood, Dunbar's, with them on Sunday and the husband was trying to explain fantasy football to me. Apparently monday was the super bowl, but not the real super bowl, it was the fantasy super bowl, and there wasn't even a real game that was played. But there's an app that tracks the points you get when your fake team does things like catch the ball and that's the game, which is actually a bunch of games and then stats are collected for the fake game but only certain people can be in on your fake game because everybody who wants to play fantasy football would be too many people for one game. Or some shit like that.

On Sunday the husband's football team was winning but then, as he said, "it all fell apart" on Monday night because his defense got negative points which he said never happens and his quarterback only got one point. Don't ask me to explain. His wife thought he got bad luck because he blew off my party to watch football (or, fantasy football, that point was not clear to me). He lost $600.

Then my other friends who were supposed to come to the party showed up too. They said they were too tired after skiing yesterday to come by. When I was like "why didn't you text?" one said "we were on BPT" and I was like "what's that?" and he said "black people time" (after they had a few glasses of wine I found out they had fallen asleep at 5 pm and didn't want to admit it because they're almost 20 years younger than me and always teasing me for leaving dinner parties early to go to bed - I would add that was not a racist comment, they are both black). They liked the dinner too. And even though the recipe said it served 10 people I have only a little bit of sauce and one meat ball left.

Then we watched one of my favorite movies In The Loop.