International Dinner
AIESEC Indiana's best social event of the semester was this past Saturday.
There were two long tables of food. They were running out of table space to put everything.
People made all kinds of dishes - Kugre, kofte, Greek cheese pie, stuffed mushrooms, chicken biriyani, chicken korma, hummus, cherry cobbler, chocolate pudding pie, my Chinese dumplings, just to name a few.
We had a few guests - Adam and Liz from Miami. They almost missed the dinner with their 3.5 hours long road trip that should've taken 2 hours. Wanji's two friends missed the dinner altogether.
Tanya got the "Thank You, at Least You Tried" award for her Pizza Express pizza.
Kristin got the "Most Exotic Dish" award.
It felt like an AIESEC Thanksgiving.
The there was the afterparty.
Last minute, they finally found a place to hold it - one of Teli's Pakistani friend's apartment.
One word. Sake. Two words. Sake Bomb. Enough said.
There's a lovely black and blue souvenier on my knee from when I tripped myself. It had nothing to do with the above paragraph. Really.
Damn my bad memory when under the influence...
Heard a few funny stories though.
Good times, good times.
There were two long tables of food. They were running out of table space to put everything.
People made all kinds of dishes - Kugre, kofte, Greek cheese pie, stuffed mushrooms, chicken biriyani, chicken korma, hummus, cherry cobbler, chocolate pudding pie, my Chinese dumplings, just to name a few.
We had a few guests - Adam and Liz from Miami. They almost missed the dinner with their 3.5 hours long road trip that should've taken 2 hours. Wanji's two friends missed the dinner altogether.
Tanya got the "Thank You, at Least You Tried" award for her Pizza Express pizza.
Kristin got the "Most Exotic Dish" award.
It felt like an AIESEC Thanksgiving.
The there was the afterparty.
Last minute, they finally found a place to hold it - one of Teli's Pakistani friend's apartment.
One word. Sake. Two words. Sake Bomb. Enough said.
There's a lovely black and blue souvenier on my knee from when I tripped myself. It had nothing to do with the above paragraph. Really.
Damn my bad memory when under the influence...
Heard a few funny stories though.
Good times, good times.

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