Friday night I made carrot cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. It was very difficult to get the frosting as thick as I would liked it to be, but what the heck, its frosting, it can be gooey.
Then Incredible and I attempted to get a burger at a new spot. Since it was new, it was crowded and we opted for Chip's. I had a chile relleno burger---so freakin' yum! Now I know I just mentioned a name from the past and we'll get to that in a minute, or some other post because this is about the weekend, not the men.
Saturday morning I met up with the Brunch Club. Our club started with 4 girls. Then V (we shall call her) eVited everyone she knew and we were all to invite whomever to join us. We'd meet up once a month at a different location each month. Sixteen girls RSVP'ed on the eVite. Now with my history of eViting peeps, I know that means you are lucky if half show up. Or that may just be me...
Sixteen didn't show. Twenty-three did. 23! We may as well have rented out the restaurant with that many people dining on one tab. I didn't see the total of the bill but know it was split evenly and my share was $19.00 (do the math); that waiter must've been in Heaven! I'll be so lucky and happy if one-third that amount make an appearance at my birthday shindig. (one month to go till the big 2-8)
Since there was a pitcher of mimosas flowing at the table, I couldn't tell you how much I drank, later Incredible thought I was still buzzed. (that name just keeps popping up this whole weekend)
I sauntered home, called Bev and spoke to Rugby Michael. Then passed out. Incredible called and told me he wanted to take me dinner. Oh-kay we don't pass on free food around here. We went and ate some BBQ place. Normally, I would have protested the BBQ; but since it was his treat and he was in a good mood I kept my mouth shut and ate a sausage plate.
Then he dragged me to the mall--for what reason, I'm not sure but I'm definetely postive it was to try and keep me away from the Traffic Jam party (little did he know, someone else had that task). Incredible knew I was going and I planned to wear green. Green meant go, which meant single in all aspects of the word. Wha-ha ha ha.
We're going to skip what went down at the Traffic Jam party--way too much drama, roadblocks, and construction in my way. There was a major detour. Moving on...
Sunday morning I met my Lesbian friend and her girlfriend for brunch. As we sat there chatting it up, my phone was ringing and I ignored it. It was brunch; no time to be answering phones when I'm eating and gossiping and eating.
Next thing I know, Incredible showed up (dressed as if he was hitting church afterwards) with flowers for the girls. Not me. For them. And they swooned, but I should mention that Lesbian friend is all for Incredible, she LOVES him and would be the first to campaign for our marriage. Why'd they get flowers and not me? Well, you may know or not, but I just cannot stand flowers as a gift. I don't have any where to put them and am missing that gene. Oh well. I got white chocolate from him later. And I mean white chocolate as in candy that you eat. I know where your brains went!