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Even the most minor celebrations call for some bubbly.

The really big ones call for fancy bubbly at fancy restaurants.

So for sister-girl’s graduation, we went to a fancy restaurant (where she works most other days) and partied like it was going out of style.  Mostly by gorging ourselves on delicious food and guzzling the complimentary sparkling wine, which was accompanied by a hand-written history of the vintage & vineyard.  Because stuff like that happens when they like you at work and you get fancy degrees.

Don’t mind my funny expression–the waiter taking our picture said to say something funny, and I was just yelling our last name.


Give me some music!

Name that play.

Also, allow me to give you a picture of me listening to music.  You’re going to have to trust me that I am in fact listening to music in this picture.  But let me explain how I know that’s what you’re seeing.

1.  I was there.  I know.

2. It’s a picture from Festivus.  In the basement.  Which is where the band always plays.

3.  It is before the gag-gifting.  I know this because Craig isn’t holding an offensive book or toy.  So music it must be.

I’ve got friends in strange places.

For example, at a Monday Night Football themed baby shower.

True story.  Here are the pictures to prove it:

Beer tastes better from a baby bottle.

Jen says I’m a slacker. It’s probably true.

Day I forgot. A lot.
Combining a picture of my favorite food and a picture of my favorite drink.

mmm.  margharita.  with salt, please!

Mom’s pork fried rice.  Also good with lots of salt.  And soy sauce.

I’m sure my sodium is through the roof, but after a night like this I’m happy and well-cured.

Nun’s Puffs and Birthday Parties

April, I have learned, is quite the exciting  month for birthdays.  As such, I have been celebrating with much gusto, at various parties.  Unfortunately, my camera doesn’t party as hard as I do, so there are only a couple of birthday photos.

S–A–T-U-R–D-A-Y night a group of us went to Chima’s, a Brazilian steakhouse for the Bird’s birthday.  There were many, many Brazilian(-ish) men parading around in gaucho pants and knee-high boots with swords of meat.  It was enough to make any carnivorous girl swoon.  Especially when you flip your little chip to orange and the men in big pants flock to you, offering choice cuts of meat.  Filet mignon wrapped in bacon?  How could I say no?

Later, there was singing in Portuguese.
And a giant tiramisu–hooray!

The next morning, I decided to make Nun’s puffs.  And I was going to show you pictures, but it is late, and my computer is being crappity slow, so call me a tease and we’ll talk about those another day.  Like tomorrow.