Fuck the BBQ parties in this town. The wheat free and vegetarians spoil everything. First, one person guilted us by bringing tofu and chickpeas, then one by one you all fell into the trap. Now we have to choose between four dips that look like puke and 12 different kinds grilled tofu. When I bring something with gluten in it, you treat me like a rapist—but guess who never has to take leftovers home because you gobble it down like you haven't eaten in a week? The only "lucky" thing about it is that I pass Taco Bell on my way home!
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