No Cheese, No Party

It started as a simple question.
One casual invitation. One RSVP. One… glaring omission.

There was no cheese plate.

At first, I tried to stay calm. Maybe it was coming later.
Maybe it was a mystery cheese course, hidden behind a curtain of suspense and crackers.
But minutes passed. The grape bowl grew warm. A veggie tray appeared with judgmental carrots. Still—no cheese.

That’s when I realized:
I was in uncharted territory.
And like any brave snackventurer, I had to document my findings.

🧀 Evidence Gathered:

• 17 polite glances toward the kitchen

• 1 whispered, “Did they forget the brie?”

• 0 cheeses. Absolutely none. Not even string.
  
  

Emotional Observations:

• Confusion

• Disbelief

• Hollow cheddar-based longing

• Mini Blue gently patting my paw in support

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Pandy’s Input (Unprompted):

“Maybe not every gathering needs cheese, Doggie.”
To which I replied:
“But every good one does.”

Scientific Conclusion:
Without cheese, is it still technically a party?
Yes.
But does it have soul? Joy? A funky, aged Gouda energy?
No.

It’s a meeting.
At best, a social occurrence.
Maybe even a mild gathering.
But it is not, I repeat not, a party.

Postscript:
I brought a backup Babybel in my hoodie pocket.
It did not survive the emotional weight of the night.
But it tried.
And I honor its sacrifice.