“Hors d’oeuvres, beer and wine will be served.” Noice! I’ll have to Febreeze my finest tuxedo shirt. Can’t wait to set my tiny drink down on the hood of a brand new F-Pace. They’ll tell me to remove my drink and I’ll respond, with all the indignation of a middle-class millenial, “Oh excuse me, I didn’t realize this gazebo was a Jag-ewe-arr. *step back, place hand on chin* I guess I can see a passing resemblance in the facade and furnishing of this unit...*yawn and large stretch* Well congratulations on your veranda, I must be going. Pip pip, Cheerio and Kelloggs and what have you not!”

I wonder if I can find a pair of Crocs and some dark wash jeggings...