Gluttony, Greed and Pride

It seems I've all but abandoned the Guest List. I don't know, maybe it's cause as I grow older, the more I can't be bothered. It's possible. Or, maybe it's because I really am just too busy. It's been weeks since I've indulged in a late Friday lunch with the boys. Everyone's all running around, doing their thing and living their lives. I think the last time we were all together was the George Michael concert, which admittedly was f'n amazing.

Take this past weekend, for example. Saturday was strictly a working day. Granted, a working weekend for me isn't the same for everyone else - I mean that literally and figuratively.

GLUTTONY

My Saturday started out with a meeting at J. Christopher over Blueberry Crunch Pancakes. Then, a casual coffee at the W with the LA version of me, KH - DC's assistant. You see, although we've been working together for over a year - we hadn't met face to face. It was such a trip to sit there and actually talk to the person I've talked to countless times over the phone and in e-mail threads. I say she's the LA version of me because we have the same snarky sense of humor. We point out the ridiculous, call out the idiocy and all with a stylish sense of humor. She's kinda awesome.

Later on that evening, I got to treat DC and company to the most brilliant dinner in my long standing affair at two urban licks. Here's the thing about TWL: People who have never been there before tend to order like they would at any regular restaurant. And, the people that brought them just let them because everything is so damn good.

While DC, KH and EK narrowed their choices, BeX and I just smiled at our menus, seasonal items withstanding, having memorized the choices.

Within moments, being at the star table and all, the table was just packed with food - ribs, lamb lollipops, calamari, cumin bread (which BeX didn't like but DC adored). I'll give it to DC and crew, they were troopers - they tried everything and made a valiant effort to clean their plates.

And then, the salads came out.

I mean, I learned long ago not to bother with the salad option of the meal at TUL because it ensures you never finish your entree. They, however, needed green stuff in their lives and kept throwing it back until the last leaf. I think it was the chili flake effect and how it alters the normal affection towards salad.

By the time the entrees hit the table, most people were about to throw in the towel. Here's the thing, in the past couple of years, I've gotten quite a few celebrities/agents/VIPs ADDICTED to TUL's macaroni and cheese. When I say addicted, I mean it. Hell, DG is still trying to get me to find out the recipe.

DC was no exception. She was like, "this ain't right." Sure ain't girl, sure ain't. DC had to physically scoot her plate towards KH and EK to make sure she didn't eat anymore. And then, THEY tried the mac and cheese. Really KH, you think covering the plate with your napkin will prevent you from eating more? Umm no, the only real way to make sure you stop is to have the server take it away.

Here's the thing I heart about BeX, while the rest of the table is too concerned about image to order dessert, me and BeX will totally get the server to bring the menu back so we can choose a dessert. And, we did. The bestest thing EVER - their version of a banana split. It's this gooey peanut butter brownie thing with caramelized bananas and scoops of homemade chocolate and vanilla bean ice cream and strawberry sorbet.

We convinced the table to try the non-peanut portions of dessert (DC and KH are allergic to peanuts apparently). Yeah, they ordered ice cream for themselves. BeX and me felt validated.

GREED

After wishing DC and crew farewell, I decided the best thing possible was to reward myself with a day of shopping. So, to the North Georgia Outlets went my money. I could not be stopped at PUMA, Lucky, Converse or Kenneth Cole. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while.I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while.I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while.I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while.I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while.

See, I'm trying to convince both ME and YOU.

PRIDE

But, damn do I look cute in all the shit I bought.

;-)