Sometimes, everything you need to have a nice evening lives right across the street from you.
Reshma showed up at my house at 9am, clad in jammies, bearing fresh out of the oven blueberry muffins, and asked if we would like to join her family for dinner at Gas Works that evening.
I asked her why she didn't bring coffee.
10 hours later, we had ourselves a feast with a bucket of chicken, mac and cheese, kale salad, and a bottle of wine.
This goes on the Must Do Again list.