What pen, you ask? Well, the story goes like this: on the evening that Jennifer and Omar were boxing up all of those invitations, Omar asked Jennifer to count how many boxes we had completed. Jen, of course, used a pen to count the boxes. All was going perfectly.
Maybe it was the wine (we had to safety taste the product) or the late hour, but the pen slipped from Jen's hand and landed in a random box. Jen sighed. Omar laughed. Jen suggested looking for the pen. Omar (and this WAS atributable to both the wine and the hour) steadfastly refused, considering it a bonus to the lucky invitee. I mean, hey, who does like a free pen?