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There is currently a butterflied leg of lamb in my refrigerator getting friendly with the garlic-oliveoil-cilantro marinade. Later tonight I'm going to cook it, and YOU'RE INVITED. We'll be eating off of plastic plates and with plastic utensils. Hopefully there are no more than 6 or 7 people or I'll run out of cutlery. I'm also making some sort of lemony-cilantroy potatoes and grilled asparagus. Someone could bring some crusty bread, some dessert, some lemons... I think I have wine but if you want anything other than that or water to drink, you should bring it, too. And you'll be sitting on my floor to eat. But (hopefully) it'll be yummy.

Say... 7 o'clock-ish? Please RSVP.

Dream

I had a dream that my brother and I somehow got involved with a gang of five people (I remember that one of them was named Sean Astin, but I don't remember the actor being in it) and our leader spontaneously decided to blow up a plane that Ween was in because we saw them on TV and the leader decided it would be fun. Later on he turned on us and tried to kill us. I remember wanting to turn myself in. The thing I remember most is that it was a looooooong dream.

FYI:

I made lamb, and it was good.