Gentle reader, when you decide to get custom-printed pencils for an event, and you are given the opportunity to have them pre-sharpened for three cents apiece, do it. Virtually all of Wednesday was spent trying to find an office supply store to get a pencil sharpener. Also on the list: some kind of semi-interesting mold to make giant ice cubes for the cocktail hour jars, found at [the second] Christmas Tree Shops for cheap, and inexplicably elusive fishing line for the ribbon project. I had every opportunity to buy it in Maryland, but figured why drive it up when it's surely something common on the Cape. Do people not fish on the Cape? Do they not play April Fool's Day pranks involving large-denomination bills lying suspiciously on the sidewalk? Eventually, fishing line was acquired at a tiny Ace Hardware, minutes before it closed. Fortunately, Greg asked "is that going to be enough?" before we'd driven off, because of course it wasn't; I ran back in and got three more spools.

At the Woods' for Marion's chicken pie, the daily margarita testing was preceded by a vodka tasting. Buffering our stomachs with snacks, we threw back one Russian vodka and one cranberry Smirnoff each. Sue didn't fare well. After the margaritas, neither did I. Tonight's tasting was Ron versus Jeff; I forget the crucial difference (I believe it involved sour mix), but Ron won unanimously. Not surprising, given that it was his fourth attempt and only Jeff's first.