The ball named ZUPAS with highly desirable dainty chick menu items. Mm hmm. That's right. Seems SOMEBODY (mouthing and pointing at 'you') took the day off for a facial and spa treatment, leaving the information behind in some mucky mud bath remains. And obviously, what washes off in mud baths, STAYS in mud baths. Which left MOI out in the cold, rainy afternoon~much like Donna Summer's disco cake~about that there heavenly cuisine...some of which I consumed and gorged upon this afternoon.
And now I have no choice but to treat myself to a daily affair there, wearing a tiara and smoking a long stemmed cigarette, just as Audrey Hepburn at Tiffanys. On account of I need to fill my noggin with intelligence and knowledge, so as to be well qualified in giving tonight's FHE lesson, which just so happens to be about smarts.
Cuz how can I suggest to YOU, my blog peeps, which place to lunch with your ladies, if I haven't versed myself well in all things pesto and berry salad and such?
Thus, the required menu sampling. The takin' one for the team. The necessary vinaigrette seeds stuck between teeth and cheesecake caramel dribbling off my chins.
By the way, is it just me, or do you all suck in as you walk past your full length bathroom mirror on the way to the toilet too?
It's just me.
Let us never speak of this again.