Yesterday I drove back to Big Flats for the weekend, to pick up more furniture. When I emailed asking if this would be a good weekend to come by, Dad responded asking if I'd bring my laundry along, as that's the traditional college student thing to do.

Laundry! Of course! One forgets these things. It was a good idea, because while my apartment does have a washer and dryer, the washer is very small; a single laundry basket must be split into two loads. Also, the spin cycle is not aggressive enough, so the clothing comes out more damp than I'd like.

So I packed my car with dirty clothes and headed to Big Flats. The weather was not good; while there was only light snow, it was blowing so much as to obscure vision in a number of areas. Buffalonians know how to drive in winter, so it was safe enough, as everyone slowed down.

Dad called just as I was leaving, to update plans. He was going to a Chuck Mangione concert last night, but it was sold out. No worries, I figured I'd do my laundry and read that evening.

But also, he'd been invited to a pre-concert dinner party, and now I was invited too! I felt terrible- I was wearing jeans, boots, and a beat-up flannel shirt, which is not what I consider appropriate for social gatherings. Dad talked me into going, and I had a lovely time. We had baked salmon, broccoli, rice pilaf, salads, and cut strawberries for desert. I ate the strawberries and didn't get sick, so perhaps I'm getting over that allergy. Which would be a good thing, since I love strawberries.

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