Just Call Me Betty Crocker

Right, well I'd like to get past the unpleasantness of the last couple of posts & comments, so why don't we talk about the weekend.

After a really horrible week, the last thing I needed on Friday night was drinks in a quiet bar, so we all met up at that bar every city has where people go straight after work to get sloshed on a dancefloor before it's even 7pm. The place where "Crazy In Love" will never get old, and they WILL find a way to work in "Livin' On A Prayer" before the night is over. You know what I'm talking about.

Headed to a late dinner that night, where I've never been so grateful for a waiter to forget to bring our bottle of wine, since I'm pretty sure that would have ruined Saturday for me. Poured myself into a taxi and passed out at home with a belly full of beef stroganoff.

Saturday meant the usual afternoon drinking, a BBQ, more dancing, and the realization that some people can't go 24 hours without having an in-depth discussion on the topic of scat. Said people are gross and need to refrain from such conversation while I am in earshot. But I digress...

And Sunday was Yum Cha (Dim Sum) followed by a viewing of The Break-Up, which was neither painful nor particularly funny. Some weird mix of drama and attempt at comedy that just didn't really work out. And for the record I had no interest in seeing it, but was overruled by two friends and gave in, being the gracious friend that I am.

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So now it's 4 something in the morning on Tuesday, and I am going between emailing, blogging and baking birthday cupcakes for The Flattie before she wakes up in a couple of hours. This may seem unnecessary, but that would only be because you aren't aware that yesterday morning I forgot she was taking the day off and sleeping in, and proceeded to blast the radio in the bathroom for a solid 20 minutes. So I'm not sure that 12 chocolate cupcakes (with rainbow sprinkles! HAAAYYYYY!!) really makes up for me singing and grooving to Fergie and Beyonce at 7am while you're trying to catch up on sleep, but let's hope it helps just a little bit.