Pick up soda.
There is a retirement party at work on Tuesday and I signed up to bring soda. I picked something I didn’t have to cook or prepare or be judged on by taste. Now if I can only stop obsessing over what flavors to buy and losing sleep over cups and ice.
I hate these things. You have to decide what to bring, and then, like you said, you choose something so you don’t have to cook, and it turns out to be more difficult than you thought. Can’t sit it out, can you?