The Dinner Party
I woke up in New Jersey, not quite sure how I got there. After a few moments of looking around for the skyline, I figured I must still be in Pennsylvania. All these sixty year-old bungalows up here throw me off – it’s all New Jersey to me. I took a look around at my surroundings. I was on a porch, without a jacket. What was I thinking? It was December! I headed back inside.