18-Nov-2005

What a difference a cup of coffee makes... After stumbling through yesterday feeling straight out of "Requiem for a Dream," I am back with a feverish fervor that... burns.  What? 

I FINALLY had my G-Money pimped-out date last night, and let me tell you, CVG's Asst., as he will now be known, was quite the charmer.  Not only did he purchase the beers, he appeared to have ironed his shirt, a feat I have yet to conquer.  In the eyes of my grandmother, this is a sin equivalent to the ill-fated Tower of Babel fiasco.  How will I ever communicate with my husband if I don't know how to starch his shirts?  Anyay, the drinks were fantabulous, the company pleasant, but by the end I was almost snoring into my Heineken, I was so tired. 

Today, however, I started out my morning with some French Roast Starbucks and a poppyseed muffin.  The coffee was perfect-o, but the muffin was NOT one of those 1,000 calorie warm buttery things, so I was not as pleased with it.  I love inhaling two thirds of my daily calories via breakfast baked goods.  There's something so fantastically fall about it.  But don't think I stopped there.  Oh, no.  Today, the office ordered from one of my favorite BH cafes, Jack and Jill's.  H-Berts picked up some pink and white cake that, due to his case of the flu, he couldn't finish.  I grabbed it as soon as he said he was about to vom... I can't let that stuff go to waste, even if I am going to get the flu next week!  There's white chocolate chips dotting the icing, for Christ's sake!

And now, the Staff Writer from Planet Talented, as I like to call her, has stopped by.  Being the hip chick that she is, she saw fit to bring me a mini-bar bottle of Courvoisier.  And in my book, there's no better way to start the weekend than with a swig of the stuff that made The Ladies Man famous.  Happy Friday all!