Wasn't I just saying something about wanting some novelty in my life? Here's a new project I'm involved in as part of my Supper Club. You foodies may want to check it out! The tone of it might sound a tad familiar. :)
Speaking of food, in a few minutes I'm going to head out to Dbar (my caloric lover) and grab some desserts for tonight. It's the most beautiful day ever and we're going over to Nat King Cole's house tonight for a feast fit for kings.
Her husband is not a professional chef, but he should be. He should quit his job immediately and open up a restaurant and I'll spend all of my hard-earned money supporting him.
I'm tempted to wrap my desserts in tin foil and try the whole I-slaved-in-the-kitchen-all-day-making-these routine, but alas, they know me too well.
I've also discovered this week that my imbibing tendencies of late do, in fact, have their limits.
Most people learn this valuable lesson in college (or even in high school if we're being honest). I learned it at the ripe old age of...well...you get the picture. But the good news is that I learned it. The past couple of days I discovered that one does not recover from a bit too much tequila by...drinking more tequila. Even if it's the good stuff. Even if it's the expensive stuff. My body has been like, WHAAAAAAAAAT, PRAY TELL, IS GOING ONNNNNNNNN?
Just a wee bit too intense for my delicate sensibilities.
I blame most of it on a combination of this girl and the bizarre expectation of my employer that I work five whole days a week.
Time to get outside, play some Taylor Swift at 500,000 decibels on my ipod, and buy some sugary sweetness.
Enjoy the weekend - and Happy Easter!
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