Dinner With The Neighbors

So my neighbors invited me over for dinner tonight. They asked if there's anything I'm allergic to or can't eat, and I told them strawberries. (I've been allergic since I was seven.) Mark is nervous because he's determined they're going to try to kill me now by blending strawberries into the sauces and whatnot, but I told him not to worry.

Beverly and I are off to get some wine for the big occasion. If you don't know whether or not someone likes white or red and you're unsure about what will go better with the meal because you don't know what's on the menu, is it weird to bring both? I'll ask the guys at Smith & Vine, an awesome little wine store in my neighborhood. They're geniuses there; they know everything.