Sunday night food prep.
#TBT Spring in Paris. Out of all the places I travelled, Paris is the place I think about the most.
Warning: I am very classy in this post.
It has been a long, long time since I got my merry on… in a basement… with high school friends, but let me tell you, it was welcomed.
The photos will nicely give you a glimmer to the glory of the evening, but it was fun, I was in a good mood, there was cake, and shots, and more cake and pizza and wings, and we got a cured-meats and cheese-making lesson, and some people may or may not have funneled wine (wha?! why?! no!!! fine. I may or may not have attempted this too. worst. idea. ever. Duh <— the ‘duh’ was you.), but all, in all, it was a splendid birthday party and time.
She is so cute, I love her. Maria is okay too. I suppose.
Seeeeeeeee? Lucky, lucky us! Lessons from the master.
We so glamorous. And classy. And, well, just SHIFT F7: sexy —> because that’s us. .
And then there was the booze, the merry-juice, the liquid-courage, the sauce.
And… because when I get drunk I take selfies of myself and ohmygosh, it is so embarrassing, because the next morning my phone has 3,002* photos of just me on it. *slight exaggeration, but still WHOA.
But I liked this one, and since I felt tubs before the party, but then not during the party (see liquid-courage above), I am posting this, because gurrrrl, look at that confidence. I need to grab that in a bottle, and keep it in my pocket.
And with that, I passed out at 4am, and magically woke up feeling GREAT (hashtag: remarkable). It was awesome. And Saturday was busy, and Happpppy Birthday Maria! Love you to the moon n’ back!
I am humbled to write this post. I’ll start there. Because it’s such a cool, amazing, neat little thing that happened to me.
In January I received an email from a reader, Ashley, saying, “My sister-in-law, Kelsey, is having a bachelorette party the weekend of March 28 and we are coming to Toronto! I know you have met with readers before and it would be a total surprise if you would meet us one day for breakfast or lunch!" I reread her email a few times to make sure I was, indeed, reading it right, but I thought it was so sweet that *I* was being asked to be the surprise at the bachelorette brunch! Ummm, yes-yes-yes! I’ll definitely do it. How cool!
I emailed back immediately, and quickly Ashley and I had made a plan. I booked a reservation for eleven people, at noon, on March 29th at Origin. Cool. Excellent. Lots of time before March is here.
January. February. March.
Ohmygosh. And suddenly it was here. To say I was nervous was a huge understatement. I was convinced I would show up to Kelsey’s bachelorette brunch, and she would be all, “umm hi random person. Why are you here?” But nonetheless, I went shopping and bought Kelsey a little gift (two, cute mugs, and a card), woke up on Saturday and headed to the restaurant trying to still breath.
And? It was so, so, so great! I walked into the restaurant behind the other girls, and waited for them to realize they had no clue what the reservation name was under, and then loudly (because I apparently have no volume control when I’m nervous) stated “It’s under Elizabeth.” And then I met eyes with Kelsey, and she was so shocked, and cute, and I was so relieved she actually recognized me.
Meeting Kelsey, Ashley and their friends on Saturday was definitely a highlight that has come from this blog. The conversation was easy, and I could have sat there for hours longer with the ladies. It really is such a flattering thing when someone reads this blog, I know I put my life out there, but to hear people like it and relate, is truly so incredible to me - so thank you! The ladies surprised me with a Michigan oven mitt, magnet, and “yooper” chocolate, which obviously, was awesome (and delicious).
Ashley, thank you so much for organizing it and I can’t wait (via social media) to see you become a mom!! And Kelsey, I hope the rest of your trip was fantastic, and that you have a beautiful wedding (send photos please). Thank you so much for reading, thinking of me, and meeting up :)
(Shout out to Origin, my fav. brunch place, who took my reservation over Twitter, and served up a seriously delicious brunch!!)
So yup, some pret-ty cool things have happened to me because of this blog, but this just may be my favourite. :)
Usually when I don’t blog a lot it’s because I am sitting on my couch trying not to eat the frozen pizza in my freezer. And watching Netflix. With my laptop in front of me. And iPhone in hand… But you guys, way to go me, because this time is different.
Pretty much since Saturday morning I have been on the GOOOOOOOOOO, and I now have 3.2 million wonderful, awesome things to blog about (surprise bachelorette brunches, dates(!), birthday boozy parties, horses, beautiful little Lily, running, yoga, and calorie counting challenges), but truly it’s been so busy up in my hood I haven’t found time.
Tomorrow I shall try (again), but until then I just wanted to pop in and say: I got fake eye lashes today! Y’know, those “permanent” fake ones (individually put on, and last about a month), and the girl was totally lash-happy and now my lashes are all va-va-voom! But I sort of like it. Sort of - in a silly way. And ladies of Toronto, I have an eye lash reco for you, because they cost me $50 (including a $10 tip!) so pvt msg me!
Okay. That’s all. I must sleep. 1am is on the horizon and this girl has a presentation at work in the morning. :)
Ummm help!? (Really - any ideas how to get the cork out?)Update: success! (We used the back end of a hammer and pulled the screw out. But not before trying hot water and the “shoe method”)