On my birthday, I was asked to drive myself and three of my housemates to a park for which I was given the address. When we arrived, I could just hear light jazz music coming from the other side of some shrubs down a short hill. As I carefully picked my way through the grass the light chatter of voices became audible as well. When I rounded the bushes, I was greeted with the most magical of sights! There were two picnic tables in a little clearing, with a perfect view of a bay. Both tablecloths were decorated to within an inch of their lives, as well as covered in goodies and treasures.