Yesterday, Roommate found out he’d landed quite the dreamy job as head athletic trainer. I’m so proud. And quite relieved that he will no longer be traveling on weekends and I don’t have to sleep alone in the house. But this is about him, right? So, last night, I picked up some cheap champagne, made some quick invites and filled up my kitchen with friends for a spur-o-the-moment toast to the Roommate.
And even though I myself didn’t have anything to drink, I woke up feeling dehydrated and head-achey. I looked at the party dress hanging on the back of my door and my mind went through all the little excuses I could come up with to miss the company party. If only I didn’t have to Vanna White the whole affair. I’d say it was MC-ing, but really, it’s not about what I have to say. It’s about prancing around in a little dress, smiling and getting everyone to pose for See-How-Much-I-Love-My-Coworker pictures. Which is fine.
My dress is killer and lord knows I do love prancing. And parties.
And lasagna.
Yeah, you heard me. I’ve been under a self-induced lasagna craving for nearly 24 hours and if that sucker doesn’t let up, the minute that party dress hits the floor tonight, it’s go time. I’m starving.
When dresses hit the floor, it usually is go time, at least in my experience.
Lasagna cravings are not to be ignored for too long or else you find yourself weeping horribly after eating the WRONG food and still not being satisfied. Hmm. Why does that sound like I’m not talking about lasagna? Or chairs?
Lasagna IS my favorite all time food. Comfort food. And you should also never miss an opportunity to prance. Prance away!!
How does one self-induce a lasagna craving? Not that I need to — mine’s a standard feature — but out of curiosity.