The list

One night this weekend, I accompanied Puppy to a housewarming party for one of his co-workers. When I learned that the hosts had hired someone to work as security and that party-goers would be admitted only if their names appeared on the list, I figured it would be a classy-type affair in a beautiful home.

Sadly, this was not true. It was a typical house party with a keg, bagel bites, and a very interesting-looking dish that resembled a cherry jello mold with hot dogs in it. Moreover, the guests were boring and the music was lackluster, so we quickly moved on with our night.

I guess in this case, security didn't signal sophisticated. It simply meant pretentious.