San Diego Reader

Someone wanted me to try the guacamole dip. "You have to try it. My sister made it."

"I don't like guacamole," I said, but that did nothing to stop him from pushing it on me. I grabbed a chip and tried some.

A dog running around outside knocked over a barbecue grill, but other than that, the dogs were well behaved.

When I left the party a few hours later, I heard a message from Enrique on my voice mail. He sounded a bit buzzed, and he told me I had forgotten my doggie bag, which was filled with gifts he had for everyone that attended. He said they held dog treats, candy, and handcuffs. A weird combination of items. Maybe the handcuffs were for police dogs.

Crash your party? Call 619-235-3000 x421 and leave an invitation for Josh Board.

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