If you are my good friend for 22 years like Lenore and you have a party for your 50th birthday, you can expect a fabulous present like 50 ounces of chocolate. I had thought maybe 50 pounds, but then realized chocolate does not weigh as much as I thought.
I have since learned to keep my mouth shut.
We ate at a tapas restaurant in Chicago. I had way more than my share of serrano ham, but still not enough to make up for the $100 worth of serrano ham that SH and I brought back from Spain in 2006 that Customs snatched from us. Jerks.
Yesterday we attended a surprise birthday party for my friend Lenore. Her husband Rob called us over a month ago to arrange the party and I did not breathe a word of it to Lenore. I even called her on Tuesday -- her actual birthday -- and kept my cool during our 34-minute conversation, even when she told me that Rob was taking her out to dinner on Saturday. I didn't hint that I would see her then. I told her I would wait until I saw her to give her her present and I didn't say, "And that will be sooner than you think!" I didn't ask, "Isn't anyone giving you a party?"
To make up for my ham consumption, I took it easy on the shrimp.
I was so good. She didn't suspect a thing, or, if she did, it wasn't because I had spilled the beans.
Shockingly, SH and I are not that hungry this morning. I don't know if all the pork, beef, shrimp, ham, and bacon had anything to do with it.
I hope I get to spend my 50th birthday with good friends like Lenore and good food like we had.
3 comments:
Yum. Or as they say these days, Om nom nom.
I don't remember you spoiling a visit from Eric. I do remember you eating all my mother's brownies when I went to visit him.
Your mother's brownies are awesome. I can't be held responsible for something like that. Nobody can resist Mrs G's brownies.
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