.....are easily ruined.
Ruined by a little black contrivance called the "emergency pager." Yep. You guessed it. Just as I was preparing for last night's dinner social, the emergency pager sent me scurrying out of the apartment in response to one of the most complex issued I've faced in my current position. Nearly six hours later I returned home and was left with no time to cook and, thus, the housewarming dinner thingie was cancelled.
Ah well. Such is life with the health department.
As "plan B," all those involved in the housewarming went out to the best Mexican restaurant at the oceanfront for dinner and margaritas. Not quite the same as cooking at home, but enjoyable nonetheless. As I still had with me the Infernal Contraption (the pager) I was mindful of alcohol consumption and had but one margarita which I nursed over the course of the evening.
So the housewarming will be next Sunday. And without having to worry about the pager either. I passed that off this morning to the next manager on the rotation list.