A potluck was organized for Friday night. In an email he wrote:
The potluck had a spread of hummus, homemade falafel, homemade pad thai, homemade chili. There was also plenty of wine, beer, and the event's prefix. The turnout was 95% inner city teachers, 5% me. They were having fun dishing and hashing and laughing.
A Mendoza Malbec in hand, I presented my twelve spears of Italian perfection.
"Mmm, these are good!"
I forced Dave to try one. He nodded his head.
"Congratulations, you have graduated."
Relieved, I went out on the back porch and snuck a few bites from my Dorito sandwich.