We were going to have a big pancake breakfast, and I realized I'd signed up on dot org to bring the authentic maple syrup, which I'd then failed to bring. So I left the house to go to some hip, local natural-foods store/co-op and found a rather large (let's say 3 liter) bottle of maple syrup. I spent time pestering the clerk at checkout for contact information for someone with the local parks and rec department, because I'm such a fuckup I'd ALSO told everyone on dot org that I would reserve the park for our cookout later that day, AND I HADN'T DONE IT. I was setting everyone up for disappointment by failing to follow through on my promises. To make matters worse, it was a Saturday or Sunday, so getting in touch with anyone with municipal government seemed unlikely, and it apparently wasn't possible to reserve the park online.
When I got back to Dave's, everyone had pretty much finished eating breakfast. My best friend Joe was sitting at the table kind of sad with a mostly eaten stack of pancakes slathered with some bullshit corn-syrup-based "pancake syrup."
