Potluck
Friday I invited several people over for a potluck. The solecism of the evening reared itself early when one invitee emailed my cell phone, announcing she was lost. I failed to notice the S.O.S. for what one can only assume was a frustrating thirty minutes. Linguistically I had planned an event that would have allowed for those who were weak in English to have available to them a number of multi-lingual interlocutors, but several failed to materialize. I was doing translation duty with the formerly lost guest until Nichole graciously allowed me to shove the work off on her.