I recently discovered (Wikipedia'd) that there is something called the "dining philosophers' problem," which refers to something that is used in computer science to do fancy computer science things. Tonight, however, it describes dinner with me and my lovely roommates, Sara and Liz, and how we toasted (drank lots of cheap wine) the dining philosophers by preparing and sharing a meal while philosophizing (gossiping) on the utterly senseless state of certain persons we have all, at some point or another, encountered (talked about crazies we used to know).
Yes, I will have another glass of Two Buck Chuck, thank you for asking! Here's the menu:
Sara's perfectly crusty, to-die-for eggplant parmesan on the left, my hand-cut pasta with walnut pesto on the right:
The dessert cart: a vanilla bourbon cake mix expertly assembled by Liz, Cool Whip (what? it's good), raspberries and strawberries. A bowl of purple grapes and marscapone cheese with lavender-infused balsamic drizzled over the top.