NYBD at QPH (1316–29).
I began setting up, but after Chuck arrived and was thus able to keep an eye on the place and the cash box therewithin, I went out to F’town to get ice and over a gallon of ice cream in three flavors (fudge swirl, peanut butter cup and black raspberry), my eleven dollar donation. The cashier (13:50) was very helpful in leading me to the ice chest, and R’rigo was present near the front.
I was pleasantly surprised at the tremendous amount of ice cream we had with no duplication of flavors but for the similarity between mint chocolate chip and mint cookie crunch.
We had finally cleaned up all the ice cream and decided who would (and how they would) take the leftover ice cream home and cleared the table for the raffle prizes when Alex B. arrived extremely late with a three‐pint container of chocolate and vanilla ice cream. I was nearly screaming with amusement over the situation, and I also got to take all his ice cream home with me.
As we were cleaning up, C. commented to me on how sexy A.’s Italian accent is. (Alex is from Russia or thereabouts.)