I went to a 50th Birthday party for an old friend with my pal Leighann. There were brownies in the darkened back room. I ate one. Then someone turned up the lights. That’s when I saw the sign:

Magic Brownies! Peace & Love

I panicked. Not something you want to do in an East village apartment crammed with people having a 70′s -inspired good time. So I remembered something an school cohort, Marina, used to say: Pretend you’re at your desk, and then clean it up.

So help me God, it worked. I didn’t even feel like I had eaten anything, in the end. As for my friend Leighann, she said something about finding herself, baked goods as a metaphor for life, and a need to eat some Mac & Cheese.

Hope she turns up soon.