A Question of Scruples

I have been to a handful of dinner parties in the course of my young life. (By dinner parties, I mean mean people invited to a house to eat dinner, pearls not required.) Definitely the worst one ever was in France during Chandeleur, the festival of crepes. My sole fellow spring semester study abroad partner in crime and I had just arrived in Poitiers, and our socially-awkward-to-the-point-of-pure-evil host "big brother" had invited us over for crepes. Big Brother, whom I entered in my phone as O to be able to dodge his calls without anyone knowing I was dodging his calls had, on our one previous outing, taken me to his friend's house, where he and the friend proceeded to fix friend's internet while I sat on the couch alone downstairs. You wouldn't think it could get worse, but it did. For the Chandeleur Dinner Party, he first brought the two of us (oh, we poor study abroad students new to foreight shores) to the grocery store to buy all of the crepe ingredients. We then showed up at his house, to discover that the dinner party considered of us, him, his girlfriend, his girlfriend's daughter, and...the father of his girlfriend's child. Yes. AWKWARD. Yeah, I suppose in an alternate universe it could have been all cool and French, but it wasn't. It was just awkward. We watched "Pimp My Ride" and O kept daring me to drink this evil licorice-tasting liquor.

Anyway, if that was the worst dinner party ever, last night was one of the best. Ichabod and his wife invited us all over to their house for a feast of lasagna deliciousness. It was really nice to be out of a hotel, AND there was a beagle, AND there were cosmos, AND there was cheesecake, AND I got to see wedding pictures, so basically...nirvana. We played a game called Scruples, which involved answering moral dilemma questions, and because, like I said, there were cosmos, I had very few. Scruples, that is. It was a lot of fun, and now I know many important things about my castmates. Like if their 19 year old son stole a car radio, would they let him keep it? Like I said. Essential info.

God I'm tired. Life on the road, man...rough. Time to turn off the Bravo and snuggle into my Comfort Suites bed.