Dinner parties and fending off French Philosophers

Doris, the Australian One, cooked all the Duchere girls some delicious spetzle before we all went to my favorite jazz club/ray charles listening party (they play ray charles and pretty much ONLY ray charles after midnight) where I got attacked by some dude who felt like I needed to know about philosophy or something. Seriously, dude? I am chillin' do not make me play the brain-card. But play it I did, and I think he went over to educate someone else about like, how awesome Rousseau was or something. Rousseau was NOT awesome, ps.

I do give the philosopher dude snaps for jauntily laying down on the table and pensively biting an apple. I mean, that takes courage.