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A San Francisco Girl's Down and Dirty Adventures in the Culinary Playground

Saturday, October 29, 2005

V is for Victory

Like most celebrations, this one flew by so fast that I can hardly believe it happened.

The shower, my friends, is over.

And it fucking rocked, if I do say so myself.

I put my money where my mouth was and served up some tasty eats if I do say so myself. And the expectant parents were their wonderful, gracious selves, reminding me why we chose to do this in the first place. Lucky baby, this child will be. Plus, they got us a gift certificate to A16 as a (totally unnecessary) thank you gift. That's good for a shitload of free babysitting.

Thanks to all of you who cheered me on. It made me smile in between tearing out of fistfuls of my own hair (God, I hate doing fucking crumb coats on my cakes!).

And thanks, especially, to G&A, who have been such good sports about my ranting, and such good friends about, well, everything. In the grand scheme of things, a baby shower is the very least we could do.

I promise to return with your regularly scheduled programming by Wednesday. With an actual restaurant review and everything. For now, I'm going out to get my drink on, in a monster truck sized kind of way.


"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
--La Rochefoucauld


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I can attest to the success of said shower. Toasty cheesey goods are always a winner! Thank you and bravo!

~kerri (ari's friend) - I wasn't joking when I said I'd seek out your blog!

10/30/2005 10:41 AM  

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