We "broke containment" last night to cook a fancy dinner for my wife's friend who just finished chemo for breast cancer. It was 6 people (three households).
Grilled some filets, had some comfort food sides, set a fancy table, and generally tried to make it especially nice for her.
F'ing nightmare. We were comfined to the kitchen because one of the couples has a 3-year-old and we had to confine the 80-lb puppy to his "jail" in the kitchen, and of course cook. Instead of people actually being *NORMAL* and hanging out in the kitchen, they all just sat around in the living room while we worked our asses off cooking. Everyone was annoying during dinner, and then of course when my wife and I were trying to clean up, nobody offered to help.
But worst was that as we were going through dinner. We got to hear the stories about all the social interactions they've had, including an event the previous night. All the time while we were paranoid that we might give the recovering chemo patient COVID, so we have tried to be extra-careful for the last week. Great to hear that she was out and about the night before.
By the end of the night my wife was like "when can we move to Austin?"...