POTLUCK

We hosted a Potluck party on the roof of our apartments on May 28. All of Malta was invited, but mainly just people from our program arrived. Flyers were made.

Before

Impressive guac provided by Gary. Also, meat-balls made by Judge Burnett. He said he figured we would all be craving meat.

The food before from the other direction. Those are home-made chicken wings and cheese enchiladas. (Chefs Tammy and Matt respectively)

This cake reads: "Texas, Buckley, Kristen"
They'll be accepting orders via facebook marketplace upon their return to Houston

Providers of delicious hotdogs.

The People:

Elly and I with awesome midwesterners, Anna and Collette. Can't get enough of the accents. Also, Collette was part of the inspiration for the potluck. We heard she was a professional chef ("All I made were some seasoned fries.") and we wanted to weasel our way into her cooking for us.

Kevin and Gary and Obama

Squeeze!

Ginny's contribution was four packs of ramen noodles in one pot. She's the only one that ate them. This is her doing so.

Elly, why are you so upset?

Because the food is gone, I think.

New York, California, California



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Chris, that's number two of that face.

Roommates! Kristen was showering. Don't worry though, she came up and got a plate before she got ready for the party.

Also, Thanks to Elly for providing Speakers and Spinning.

The Professors:

Sorenson

















Dean Burnett



























Duhl, with most of our bankruptcy class

Back of Hargrove's head, proof she stayed out late night!

The Afterparty....




Elly and I serenade the crowd with a lil' Paul Simon








Beau asked the band if he could cut in...and then dominated Muddy Waters...I think he sang "Sweet Home Alabama."









The Next Morning...



Looking sharp at the courthouse




No separation between church and state in Malta. Also, no such thing as a divorce. Once you're married the only legal way out is an annulment or death. That's just a side note.