You know you're vip (very important pals) when...
...it's the beginning of the work week and an email announces that so-and-so's birthday is in exactly 2 days and well, can you come over? Oh, and it's going to be a surprise.
Spur-of-the-moment gatherings are one of the things I miss most since moving away from the islands, and I'm sure we've all experienced the sudden invite where you're caught between a yes or no. Yes, as in I know I have to wake up early for work the next day but as long as I stick to one drink only...sure. Or No, it doesn't matter what day tomorrow is because a birthday is a party and a party means food and food means....so when should I show up?
Another page in the cheese monkey chronicles
On Wednesday night we ate so much cheese and drank so much wine that I was sorry I had not worn stretchy pants - I must've put on 5 pounds just by looking at everything. Mortadella, salame, mostarda; speck (cured trentino ham), tuna-stuffed olives, pickled onions; fat, juicy grapes, clementine oranges and fresh pineapple; it was one thing after another as bread continued to be tossed [incoming!!] on the table. The host kept pulling jars of stuff out of his pantry and all I'm thinking is that with friends like these, how can you go wrong? We set the gold standard for hump day, I think.