I checked in with Ashley almost every day to make sure that we had RSVP’ed. This was the invitation. I stared at it a lot:
“Have we RSVP’ed? You’re sure we RSVP’ed? I like the way she has a bow in her hair. And cake. They made candles shaped like H and B. Like Henri Bendel. Hah! Hah!”
Ashley began patting me gently on the hand and reminding me that we had RSVP’ed, collectively four times, and implying if we did it anymore the publicists would think we had Alzheimer’s.
And then the day came and oh, my God, it did not disappoint.
I accidentally went in the exit and climbed over a rope to get in, but I didn’t care. I just climbed right in. Little ropes can’t keep me out.
Seriously, this Snack Bar was insane. There were chocolate covered potato chips. Is there a more delicious combination than chocolate and potato chips? You know what, I’ll just answer for you. No.
I don’t know. Maybe there is. There are a lot of foods I’ve never had. I’ve never had blowfish, for instance. Or a human heart.
I ate a chocolate covered potato chip. It was very, very good, but now that I have considered, it is possible there are better things, just things I don’t know about. By the same token your favorite color could be plihhghf – it’s just plihhghf won’t exist on the color spectrum until 2050.
I think I’m trying to say it was a very nice chocolate covered potato chip and I wish I could have eaten 75 of them.