Friday night in an effort to save some cash for Mexico, I stayed in.
It was a good fun night. Alone.
HBO was being very sly and was showing "The Last Samurai" and "First Daughter" simultaneously on 2 different HBOs. It cracked me up.
I watched a full hour of Lisa Loeb. This has to be said, this woman is giving me a whole new take and courage on being single and being 37 years old. How fun is she? Pink fridge? Cool NYC apartment? Calling out her date for using her. Uhm hmm. It was fun times.
Saturday morning Incredible came over and we started the day with waffles at, wait for it----Waffle House.
Breakfast food makes me the happiest person in Dallas. Seriously. We carted off to Crate and Barrel; Pottery Barn; and Restoration Hardware. After a very long nap, we went to TGI Friday's.
I know. I know. I know.
Let me explain. Those darn $12.99 three course menu commercials have finally gotten through to us.
Saturday night we literally sat on my couch, groggily and half awake doing the "I don't know what do you want to eat?" dance, back and forth. We keep joking that we want to go and so finally we snapped to it and went.
Best. Meal. In. Days.
No joke. I opted for the Atkins-Calorie watcher side of the menu because...Mexico.
I got the dumplings something or the other pot stickers, the lime grilled shrimp, and the cinnabon cheesecake. HOLY MOSES. It was so good. I'm so ready to go again.
The next day was time again for brunch club. We met at a sports bar, so it was fitting that we called it Super Bowl Sunday Brunch.
I don't know about the rest of them but I preferred brunch on Sunday as opposed to our usual Saturday mornings. We still brought in a crowd to Frankies. I got the Darryl Strawberry waffles--which were luke warm and not as hot as a waffle should be.
I like it hot enough to melt some butter. And they were out of whipped cream---in my opinion that is something that could have been said when I ordered the plate not after it was sitting in front of me, bare.
While I was dining with the girls, it was up to Incredible to go shopping for our Super Bowl party.
Never trust a man to do this, ever. That is all I have to say.
And then I cooked and party planned, party planned and cooked, cooked and nearly lost it, nearly lost it and cooked. No cupcakes were made. Boo freaking hoo, but Queen made some cute ones herself--complete with a playing field. How come I couldn't think of that one?
The cutest idea that I did see in AP's book to me, was using dish towels as napkins, so guests can eat on their laps and have a big enough napkin to anchor their plate.
I found cheap ones at Michael's, wrapped utensils in them, and tied with a gold and black ribbon (uh huh we are Steeler fans over here).
Then in the most brutal way possible we kicked people out because Grey's Anatomy was about to start. Listen, I'm not that mean, but the people that were at the Super Bowl party were not Grey's fans, so it was either they left or their mouths were to be taped shut with duct tape. We like it quiet during TV time.
Can I say: HOLY MOLEY!
Did you watch it?
Code Black! Bomb! Christina Ricci's hand stuck in a body holding a bomb...What the? And if it could get worse, it did! Bailey's husband?!? Bailey's baby?!!?
Izzie became a doer and did Alex. MoFo Dr. Wilton. Then bomb and Meredith?!?
Can I wait a week for the conclusion?