I went to sleep and woke up in the 1950s

I was too tired to write this morning, not having slept too good last night, so after an hour of staring at the screen, I decided to try and catch some shuteye. Cut to me having a series of nightmares including cross dressing, Bø i Telemark, clothes shopping with aj_stalin, running away from bad guys with 45hasle (who sacrificed himself so that I could get away with the secret plans for the building and save the day, but I couldn't seem to find my way out of the building even when he was distracting most of the guards with his fighting skillz), and the classic trying to get the larp finished and failing nightmare.

I woke up well rested and ready to keep working, or at least well rested, and was just going to check my email before continuing my chapter. And there it was:

An invitation to a Tupperware party. Me. Invited to a Tupperware party.

I didn't even know they still had those. Let alone that anyone would want to invite me to one. I'm not exactly the Tupperware type of person. Then again, it's for a friend who's just starting out her new, weird and kinda scary, career as a Tupperware saleswoman so I don't fucking know. We're not obligated to buy anything. Does anyone want to have a Tupperware party with me?