Yes, that garden party. This is the normal part, what's left over once the bizarrely inappropriate country band is run out of town on a rail. I experienced a brief rush of anxiety when that lady cleared her throat and held up that big black folder. You know what you're in for when a lady clears her throat and holds up a big black folder. And has really good posture. But it wasn't so bad. Not my cup of tea, you understand. My cup of tea is a glass of beer. Of which there was exactly one sitting next to my chair to aid me in appreciating the show tunes.