Exterminating Angel of the L-Train

It is always a test of burrough power dynamics to have a party in Brooklyn. This weekend Williamsburgarians of the N-Y-C were trapped by a non-working L-train, our one-stop umbilical cord to that resort island called Manhattan. Yet at a certain third floor apartment on a certain street off the G-train, a full house of guests were locked in for a Buñuelian night of unlimited vino, burnt pumpkin stew and Depeche Mode. The angel's deepest commitment, however, was to promote a debilitating addiction among Cosmopolites to a Midwestern guilty pleasure: the Mexican 7 layer dip...

2 packages Cream Cheese (full fat)
2 cans refried beans
7 avocadoes
1 thing of shredded Cheddar
1 thing of salsa
3 tomatoes

Spread cream cheese on glass long pan thingy, followed by beans, then mash up avocadoes on top of that. If you get around to it, make the latter into guacamole before throwing it in. Put cheese on top of that-- no wait, the salsa goes first... oh who fucking cares. Just put it all in.

The above is best made by putting your early guests right to work, who the host should order around while still in a towel and applying mascara.