So. Dinner went well. I mean, surprisingly well. No one (meaning me) had a pre-party meltdown over the non-JustSo-ness of it all. I spent the day shopping and napping and even found time to take myself to a movie before going home to cook. The BBQ gods left me a present in the form of a hidden bag of charcoal, meaning I was able to fire up the grill without having to call the boy to ask him to pick some up on the way over. Everything... worked. The food worked, the guests worked, the wine worked and so did the ice cream.