November 17, 2006

When happy hour becomes happy hours

I went out to drinks with some friends earlier. I expected to be home around 7:00, maybe 7:30. But, due to a conspiracy involving a very good waiter (who was cute as hell... I know you're not supposed to date the help but it kinda appealed to that dirty side I indulge far too infrequently) and the fact that the bar had decent scotch, I got home far later than anticipated. I am so drunk, in fact, that I can't sleep. Not because of spins (what am I, in college?!?!). I'm just charged up and watching

The Food Network

How fucking cool is that? Being a blogger is so rad, right? I just suffered through Paula Deen's A Very Gross Thanksgiving filled with sickeningly sweet foods (seriously, girl lurves her brown sugar) and am njow on Sandra Lee's Half-Assed Gourmet which actually prompted this post...have y'all seen her show? She kinda cooks shit but uses a lot of prepared ingredients that I know are loaded with MSG. I wonder if people that eat at her house ever realize why they feel like shit after the meal?

I just saw an ad for Ritz Crackers featuring a Rachel Ray recipe for some kind of ham dip. Now I'm going to throw up.

Posted by mcblogger at November 17, 2006 12:46 AM

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