My old pal, Peyton Randolph invited me over for dinner this afternoon. I had gone in, myself only, Sarah had errands to run. My children were studying at home, but a few of Peyton's cousins had come, with their ladies. One of the slaves, I think Aggy was her name. Then Peyton stood from his chair by the fireplace. We had played some games in the game room, had a good hardy talk about politics, with some drinks at handy. Oh those ol' British, thinking they can control us. Then Elizabeth fetched the slave boys to hold our jugs, as we all sit down for some dinner. We had a wonderfully cooked dish of quails, some sweet ham, along with some steamed beans and Cheese Danishes. Then, we talked about our manly thugs, as the ladies went to the parlour to gossip. It was a very hearty meal. The slaves here are rather nice, but whatever. And around 5 of the clock, I had left.