Tuesday, February 15, 2005

ChocolatePalooza Recap

"I can still recall old Mister Barnslow getting out every morning and nailing a fresh load of tadpoles to the old board of his. Then he'd spin it round and round, like a wheel of fortune, and no matter where it stopped he'd yell out, "Tadpoles! Tadpoles is a winner!" We all thought he was crazy. But then we had some growing up to do."

This quote is indicative of my mood right now: slaphappy and totally exhausted (Thanks to one marathon phone conversation last night with sbj). So here I am at work this morning, making every effort to wake up and be productive. Has anyone seen the Seinfeld where George finds a way to take naps under his desk? I am soooo tempted to try that today. There is plenty of room to curl up under my desk, and no one would notice that I've gone missing. Seriously- if you don't hear from me for a while, I may be catching a few zzz's.

If I can make it to lunch I'll be ok I think. I have some yummy leftovers from last night's Valentine's Day dinner that I cooked for myself, Dad, and Mom. I know, don't faint or anything, but I actually cooked. In a kitchen. With real food and utensils. I made this awesome pasta with a vodka cream sauce that was one of Domestic Goddess, Rachel Ray's 30-Minute Meals. And for once it actually did only take me about 30 minutes to make! (Seriously, those things always take me twice as long as they say they're supposed to.) We celebrated Valentine's Day with Dad and Mom, Laura and George hurried off to their dinner date (all decked out in pink I might add. Loved the tie Jorge.) and I scarfed down my pasta (patting myself on the back every step of the way) and tried to save room for ChocolatePalooza at the Penthouse. Mom made Dad her famous banana pudding and put food coloring in it to make it pink! How great is that? If I liked bananas I'm sure it would be my favorite desert ever, but I guess we'll never know!

We gals had a grand time yesterday evening, full of chocolate goodies and over-indulgence in just about everything. (Oh- James- before I forget- Holt thinks Deon looks like Tom Brady at first glance, and the rest of us agree. I showed them that pic of you and Him from the Nashvegas weekend. If I didn't tell you this now I would forget later- so make sure you pass the message on to him!) I raided my bedroom last night and found a myriad of pink candles to decorate the apartment with, and we even had a nice centerpiece of pink roses, thanks to one James Grino. Holt brought chocolate-covered (viagra) strawberries that turned out to be the bane of Emily's evening. She had a mild allergic reaction and her lips swelled up, prompting her mother to nickname her Lips LeDoux when Em talked to her on the phone. Mary Anna brought a yummy chocolate fondue, and we also had an assortment of cookies and candy. The best part? I played bartender and concocted some yummy chocolate martinis!

After sufficiently stuffing ourselves we piled on the couch and chairs to watch the Notebook (seriously Rhonda, that makes 6 times for you! Sooo CRACY!), and then watched the Bachelorette that Emmy Sue had taped for us. Believe it or not, not one of us cried at the Notebook! We were too busy making fun of how cheesy it was, and finding random details to point out and make fun of- ie, Martha Focker's grimmace, and Noah's "aaaand soooommme Bacon." The mood can never stay serious for long when Amanda and I are together. Must have been those sexual chocolate strawberries. Anyways, hooray for the first annual Soiree of Sweets. Let's make it a monthly (or weekly!) ritual.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

sounds like a wonderful time and wish i could have been there. here is my obligatory comment. ~ari