“Friendship is the purest love. It is the highest form of Love where nothing is asked for, no condition, where one simply enjoys giving.” -Osho
I have super writer’s block. (My bout is so bad, it took about five minutes for me to retrieve the phrase “writer’s block” from my mind to describe the blank staring at the screen I had been doing.)
I’m enjoying the last days of my solitude before I relocate to East Coco Beach for a while. VinNay drove down from Buffalo for our annual Black History month dinner where the white person cooks and brings sandwiches for the black person. Mary and Petitedov did their parts and made delicious dessert stuffs to complement VinNay’s awesome dinner. Have I mentioned lately how much I love President Obama’s America?
So I may or may not have eaten almost a dozen cupcakes, mouthfuls of meringue drops and half a box of Buffalo sponge candy all by myself over the past few days. Please inform the coroner that the proper cause of death is “Gluttony.”
VinNay was supposed to start cooking at 8:59 AM on Saturday morning. I got up super early to clean the kitchen and pick up french toast for breakfast. For those of you who have read prior posts about VinNay and waking up early to do things, it will come as no surprise that by 1:30 PM, I had eaten said french toast breakfast and was napping on the couch while the kitchen remained unsoiled in its cleanliness.
And in case you thought it wasn’t possible to be mad at your friend who drove 7 hours to visit and cook, let me assure you, totally possible! SI SE PUEDE!
What? Is that wrong? I assure you Kim Jong Il would have cut off his thumbs. *I* am a saint!
But I did get chocolate frosted yellow cake out of it, so we’ll call this a win.
Ugarles came with his wife and young Sidney, who hilariously was all “yeah blah blah blah hello, make with the snow cone machine, lady.”
About twenty minutes into dinner, he propped himself forward on the table and asked “can we have cupcakes now?” His dad was all “you have to wait until everyone finishes eating, then we can have dessert. Be patient.”
I whistled cause I think I was TOTALLY about to go get a cupcake like 30 seconds before Sidney asked.
WHAT?? IT’S. BLACK. HISTORY. MONTH! They sprayed my people with firehoses! We get to eat cupcakes early!
Turns out it was Peter, the Cider Fraud’s, almost birthday, so Sidney led the table in singing happy birthday. How cute is that child? SOOOOOOO VERY.
After dinner we played this game where two people were werewolves who were eating people and everyone else was a villager trying not to get eaten before they uncovered the identity of the werewolf. At all times Mary insisted that I was the werewolf and tried to kill me. Mary is a hater.
She was also mostly right. Listen, sometimes you have to eat a villager or two. #truestory
Then a bunch of us played jungle speed, which, really, should be banned due to excessive violence. In Canada they play with a rubber totem, goggles and a helmet. Canadians are wusses. Vinnay dominated, but only cause M wasn’t playing. But it was nice that he got to win something since he doesn’t beat me at poker or the farm game he made up. (I don’t remember the name, all I know is the first time we played, he made the pronouncement “since I was the only one who placed a farmer…” then gave himself two hundred bonus points. So the next time we played, I immediately placed a farmer and then I won.)
Anyway, it was a fun weekend. It was awesome to see everyone dressed in their Dr. Who t-shirts. (Wasn’t even pre-planned or anything, but Alceste did send me a Dr. Who role playing game – so everyone was prepared.)
I’m sorry I ate so many villagers, but I swear, this time, I’m so not the werewolf.
Stop pointing at me, Mary.