A night out?

I'm convinced, after grocery shopping and then eating pasta sauce out of a can with the InterWeb's own Jim Berlhe, that us single disastrous people need to have some sort of meal club/group grocery plan where none of us have to live together, but we all get to eat real meals that include vegetables and grains.

Jim's place is amazing... recently vacated by an Italian old man (who is hopefully zooming around the afterlife on a Vespa...surely he's not confined to the violent 7th level of hell) but chock full of the guy's stuff including books and slides and espresso machines. We ate some linguini and Hunt's Botulism Sausage Sauce on a table with no bottle of San Peligrino and drank Fanta (soon to be replaced, fittingly, by Orange Crush). Burp.

I'm willing to make the first meal, anyway, get the ball rolling. We can rent the VFW or something. How does lasagna or chili sound? Or chili lasagna? We can watch sad baseball games and thumb wrestle. And maybe save up for that decorative bottle of water, someday.