Thursday night I was headed over to PB’s with the last of his laundry (it hadn’t finished drying on Wednesday). He called about dinner, and I decided rather than pick something up on my way I’d just grab the Bertoli meal that was in the freezer- it was one of the bakes.

A grand idea, no? Except that when we went to make it, we realized that the dish was supposed to be covered with aluminum foil. Which he didn’t yet have.

(Have I told you that he moved last weekend? He moved last weekend. His roommate had the foil.)

Now, yes, you think, “Hey, it’s not unreasonable to assume that someone has foil.”

But.

I unpacked and organized his kitchen. Thus, I should have known.

So, off to the grocery store we went, looking for something for dinner. He decided that lasagna would be good as the first real meal he made at his house.

Actual conversation:
WG: How long is that going to take?
PB: Only about 45 minutes. Why, are you super hungry?
WG: No, just checking.

How the conversation should have started:
WG: How long is that going to take? Because it’s 7:45 now.

You see, after we got home, PB put the lasagna together. (Sidenote: we use the no-cook pasta. Why cook the pasta?) I opened the beer. (Hey, that is important!) After putting the pasta in the oven, PB comes out into the living room, sits down on the couch, turns to me and says, “Is it really quarter to nine?” I assured him that it was. He then realized that the lasagna wouldn’t be ready until at least 9:30. So, it was decided that I’d run to KFC and pick up dinner and we’d reheat the lasagna another day.

Note: KFC was out of biscuits. Not as bad as the time I went (different KFC) and they were out of chicken, but still.