Tyler Tier Two

Communal dinner tonight was dee-lish-us group-made pizza, sponsored by Vinny. We pretty much showed up, threw everything on pre-made stretched dough, waited 15 minutes, and chowed down.

Usually, when half of us are here, Tyler gives a call to Heather, to ask what he should bring. Tyler generally shows up late, so having him bring the missing items works very well.

Well, today, I received the call.

We were all shocked.

Apparently, I'm Tyler Tier Two.

Update: Crap! Crap crap crap! I'm not tier two! I'm tier three! Oh, boo!

Tyler called Chookie first, and didn't get through. Sigh.