You spend a lot of time in elevators. You go up. You go down. You stare awkwardly at the door. You stare awkwardly at the ceiling. You try not to breathe too loudly. You scroll through your address book. You browse your music library, first by Artist and then by Genre. You…have a dinner party? Yes, you have a dinner party. And then you take a picture of it and send it to Bwog. This is your dinner party in the Carman elevator:

With a Tablecloth and Everything!