I am so exhausted today like seriously……
I went to dinner with my grandparents at Manhattan last night and it was so sweet, my sister came down too…..
We had a sweet little table in the glass room that overlooks Washington Avenue and it was my FAVORITE time of day—just before dark, cool outside, people jogging by and walking their dogs. So cute. Anyway for dessert I had bananas foster cheesecake, yeah…..amazing twice.
Somehow ended up at The Office after dinner, imagine that- always in need of an Apple Martini.
So…..here I am today, on “casual Friday”—decided by me, wearing the worst possible outfit a 22-year old could possibly wear. Jeans, solid color fitted shirt, solid color sweater, flats, minimal jewelry, minimal make-up. Anytime you have on “minimal” make-up that means you look awful.
I HATE minimal—I like TOO MUCH make-up, too much hair spray, too much teasing, too much, too much, too much. Bigger is better, Go big or go home, yada, yada….
Today I was in the mood for a big greasy cheeseburger or cheesecake or macaroni and cheese….so the office decided on Chili’s Party Platters. How gross, right? Wrong. Now I’m not a fan of cheap, chain restaurants but….. those little mini baby burgers were the coup de grace of my “diet.”
------------------------------------Not really because I’m not on a diet.
I also ate a BIG ole piece of cheesecake, like huge—everyone else cut theirs in half and I’m proud of them for doing that but…not me. I wanted the whole thing, so I ate the whole thing. And I don’t feel bad about it.
Sometimes at work when it’s not a crazy day and there are just a few of us in the office we’ll have “round table lunch,” I don’t know why I decided to call it that, the conference table is clearly rectangle but it caught on… so now when we think it’s a good day to be social we’ll have a “round table lunch.”
Round table lunch = Girls only
At RTL today we were all talking about cooking and I said I hadn’t cooked a meal in my condo yet (I moved in in July) and everyone was in disbelief. Like “OMG do you eat out every single meal? What do you do when you’re hungry? We’ve got to teach you how to cook!”
Here are my thoughts on those questions/ideas—
1. I know how to cook—and I’m a good cook, I don’t need your pointers/recipes
2. I don’t feel like cooking
3. I’m single, I can get a guy to take me out to dinner
4. I’m single, I can go out with my girlfriends
5. I’m single, I go to multiple events in one week and they always have food
6. I’m too tired to cook
7. I don’t feel like cleaning it up
8. I don’t feel like going grocery shopping
9. I don’t feel like having left overs in my clean refrigerator
10. No, I didn’t know that I didn’t own pots until my sister, who was house sitting at the time, called to ask where they were.
So there you go, 10 GOOD reasons I don’t cook.
After expressing my thoughts on having never cooked in my condo the Spanish lady in our office says:
“You need to get married and pop out a kid.”
I’M SORRY, WHAT?
Like imagine it in a little spanish/latino accent--Everyone burst into laughter….then I told her she was completely inappropriate and I would be doing no such thing any time soon. And when I do have kids—they’ll eat Marble Slab for dinner too.
I feel a nap coming on....and probably dinner out....Cheers to making it through another work week people. Natalie is coming down tomorrow and I'm so excited to see her---annnnnd Anna is joining us!
These ladies and I will be wining and dining come this time tomorrow.
CHEERS TO THE WEEKEND!
LOVE!
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