It was the sort of occasion ...

It was the sort of occasion that you rolled your eyes about on the way in, and again on the way out.

It was the sort of occasion that called for fine wine and formal wear but Carla wore her red high top sneakers over fishnet tights and brought a bottle of gin.

It was the sort of occasion Wanda dreaded--a bunch of Polish yahoos eating kielbasa and farting, swilling vodka and getting sentimental.

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