as the senator predicted a bittersweet veronica mars dinner party – complete with chips, dips and (according to everyone else who knows about v. mars night) dorks. also, pay close attention to the lack of food spilled on the senator’s plate (on the left) compared to mine (on the right). food credits: dips in the middle, the senator. fajitas and margarita-ish drinks, meeeee. the coffee cups were left out for elijah, just in case.
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