Best Meal Ever

Once again I have been absent from the blog. No great excuse except for some traveling and general busyness . . . all of this is totally unacceptable to my fabulous friend Liz, I'm sure. I'm making a new end of March 2007 resolution to write at least one post every two days. I know my fabulous friend Liz posts at least once a day to no less than 15 blogs, so I can certainly post at least .5 times a day.

This past weekend, my fabulous husband, who has a fabulous name, invited several of his college friends into town for some SXSW festivities. In addition to one drunk husband and three drunk husband-friends, we had an additional dog (we were pet sitting), two space aliens (from the E! Network) and 15 cases of beer in our house. I was a little overwhelmed from all the activity and commotion in my house - so my fabulous friend Liz invited me over to her house to have pizza and watch Casino Royale (Daniel Craig is yummy). Little did I know what she and her fabulous husband Jonathan were planning . . .

I arrived at Liz & Jonathan's home in late afternoon and was greeted by two excited puppies and a sleeping cat with attitude. I went on a walking-like excursion with the largest dog, Kodi; and soon after I returned; L & J came through the door bearing gifts. It wasn't pizza . . .

Jonathan and Liz had purchased 3 large filets, and Jonathan was planning to grill the steaks, make homemade french fries and prepare what is perhaps my second favorite dessert in the entire world (after the famous Jonathan chocolate cake - Hope are you there?). Needless to say, I was like a pig in poop. I was drooling before dinner was even served - I'd never even had homemade french fries before! This was the best meal ever (at least in recent memory . . .which only goes back about a week).

My fabulous husband really missed out on a wonderful meal. As I was leaving Liz & Jonathan's house, I called my fabulous husband to make sure he was okay and that he didn't need a ride. He drunkly invited me to IHOP (and I do like IHOP), but after the meal I had just eaten - eating IHOP would be like eating poop dirt.