Though I love, with all my heart, the daily indulgence that is FOOD, I must say, food sometimes gets the better of me. Or maybe it's a bug, who knows? At any rate, as I entered the very fun and pleasant celebration at Kristin & Bryan's new home last evening (a lovely home if I do say so), I found myself with a stabbing stomachache after the first sip of my Shirley Temple (another reason why that party was so great was that K&B had the good hosting foresight to put out grenadine at the bar. grenadine makes a party.). I had to cut the hostess off mid-sentence to go do unspeakable things in her bathroom (which is a very nice bathroom, btw). In the very nice bathroom I saw a bottle of ferret shampoo that was cucumber-melon scented. You, too, can make your ferret smell like cucumber-melon. As I was stricken by swift-exiting #7s, I wondered to myself if the ferret notices that it smells like shampoo rather than its normal musky self?
This worried me, because Bob and I had spent the better part of the evening preparing dinner for our next-door neighbors M&J, who recently had a baby. Bob likes to provide meals for new parents and so we took two homemade pizzas to them, and then we came home and ate our pizza, and now I'm worried that we committed the HEINOUSLY EMBARRASSING faux pas of giving sickness-inducing pizza to M&J. Bob did not get sick, so this could be an isolated incident. I am not known for having a hearty stomach. It could have been anything, really.
I chugged several capfuls of HEB-brand STOMACH RELIEF (house-brand Pepto) upon our return home (early--the party was just kicking it up a notch when I dragged Bob away from it). I couldn't help but notice, as Bob ferried the car towards out house (deftly running a red light), that a new outfit called A+ BUFFET was advertising its arrival on our shores upon cheesy yellow street signs. "Ew," I thought, trying to keep myself together. That is not how you advertise a restaurant, much less a botulism-and-e.coli-fest with "over a hundred things for you to eat." A+ Buffet gets an F- in my book. It sounds like a front for mob activity.
I don't think that having a buffet of 100+ items has any real place anywhere but Vegas, and certainly the manpower required to prevent foodborne illness, plus all that food that would end up getting tossed at the end of the day anyway, makes little business sense.
I am tired and still a bit sick, so I am going to go crawl into a hole now. Kisses.
Posted by Zerd at January 13, 2008 05:28 PM