You know what I did tonight? I went to a party!!
Okay, I'll admit it, party is a pretty loose term. Really, what I did was go to a bar where my roommate was having some people get together for her birthday.
There were a lot of people. I brought the cake. It was a delicious Tres Leches cake with macadamia nuts and toasted coconut on top.
Because it's a dessert that is best served straight from the fridge, what with all the hand-whipped cream on top and various forms of milk moistening the cake, we ate it before dinner.
Fifteen pieces were gone in minutes and my mission was accomplished. I was enjoying the people watching but didn't have much to say. I wanted food and the menu at the bar didn't seem appealing.
I announced, "I think I'll stop at Chipotle on the way home." My friend, Isaac, said, "Let's go!" There may have been others parts of the conversation but you don't want all of the details. (Bo-ring!)
Anyway, roommate Larissa said, "You can go. We had cake, you said 'Hello,' go get Chipotle." It's not that I was averse to staying but when the party girl releases me, I feel I must oblige.
So, I went to a party and had a dinner date. Little Miss Social. Oh, yeah, that's me!
(Also, I woke up this morning at 4:45. The reason I woke is that, in my dream, someone was singing the Dayenu song over and over and over again. I'm pretty sure I roused myself to get away from the annoying singer. Then the song was stuck in my head, so I put on some Civil Wars and drifted back to sleep.)