It's my last weekend as a 27 year old! And lo, it has been fat with delicious food and various partying.
On Friday, I joined some friends at Texas de Brazil for a night filled with meat swords, very inappropriate dinner conversation, and a plate of whipped cream that our waiter forced on me for my birthday after I said I was too full of meat swords to order desserts.
|thank you, Texas de Brazil|
|awkward apron sisters|
|they taught me all my art skillz|
|Mary's wedding party|
Also, we started planning Mary's bachelorette party. It's going to be so rad. Here's a sneak-peek:
And to round out my weekend of fat lazy sloth, tonight, I had dinner with benefactors--I mean, my parents, at Bazin's on Church. It was absolutely glorious.
|celebrating 28 years of Audrey|
|Mushroom and Ricotta Cheese Manicotti|
|Parmesan Orzo Pasta (pulled pork ragu, bell tomatoes and nom)|
|Mushroom Crusted "Chatham Cod"|
|Grilled Filet Mignon|
me: Which would you get?
waiter: Well, the tart is really good.
me: Is it life changing?
waiter: If you've never had it before, then your life needs changing. I'm bringing you the tart.
I'm glad he did, because that shit was life changing. An absolute perfect combination of sweet, salty, and about 50% delicious tart crust. And I think I could have eaten the bittersweet chocolate ice cream for days. So I have a new recipe to hunt down and re-create.
|what my future basement will look like|
So, now I have 45 minutes until I age dramatically and jump into my late 20's... I'm going to spend it scouring my rat's nest of a room that hasn't been cleaned since Hurricane Audrey packed for Vegas last week.
|just a peek|
And I might be waiting for midnight to drink some champagne with a good friend of mine.