Peter cooked something French and delicious last night at Jen's. And Jen served the bread she made that morning before crawling back into bed.
The reason for the gathering was to start the second season of Battlestar Galactica, which I have never seen (I rarely do Sci-Fi). But it turned out the DVDs were halfway through the season, not the beginning. We watched trashy television instead. I didn't mind so much. But I do want to see Battlestar G.