FizzyLizzy

This weekend the WASP's From Minneapolis hosted for the first time the Italians From Chicago—that is, who we all hope will be my bro’s future in-laws (no pressure, no pressure). We weren't good hosts though and let our ball club trounce theirs. Saturday evening they did as any good Catholic would and went to Mass, gorged themselves at Manny's, then hit Mystic Lake. I think I may be going to the wrong church. Last night my parents had everyone over for dinner. I brought homemade potato salad and Greek-style couscous salad. Then this morning at 5 a.m. I had to make an emergency bathroom visit, at which point I started panicking that I had given everyone food poisoning. And the Italians were spending seven hours driving back to Chicago today. Fortunately, my little digestive problem appears to have been unique to me.