The wedding is in 3 days. Actually it's 2:00 on Saturday. Only I'll be there at noon until 5:00. It's been a long time since I worked a job that required me to be gone for most of the day.
I wish I could have my bottom round roast tomorrow instead of Friday. Tomorrow is Turkey Day, then. In the morning I will stuff my prepared herb marinade under the skin of 4 turkeys. During the day I will boil the pasta and then soak it in rice wine vinegar. Some time tomorrow I have to go to the Facility and check it out and get the Lay of the Land.
Friday I will go to the grocery store again and get the beef and the remaining vegetables and fruit. I will briefly marinate the beef. And then around noon I will braise it. And then I will roast it for about and hour and a half. And then let it sit. Meanwhile I will chop the tomatoes and the mozarella and puree the pesto with balsamic and start marinating the tomatoes. I will mix the pasta salad and put them all into containers.
Then I will begin brewing tea.
Saturday morning I will begin chopping the meats and putting them into trays. By noon I will be setting up a cheese/fruit display. And before 2:00 I will have a buffet table set up and ready to go. And then me (and my staff) will have fed 250 wedding guests.
Mickey and I are supposed to go to a dear friend's 50th birthday party at a swanky restaurant downtown. Mickey thinks I won't be up for it. But I think I will.
We'll see. Wish me luck!
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
The Dress
I went online and ordered what I thought was the perfect dress for a formal wedding that Mickey and i are attending together next month. It arrived today and let me say that it was less than perfect.
It's satin, yes. But I can't begin to describe how wrinkled this dress is. Were I to try to wear it, I would have to PAY a dry cleaner to iron it for me.
But that's not the worst of it. This dress that I've been anxiously anticipating is also a fucking TENT. It's gigantic. It's a fucking MooMoo. Complete with elastic on the back, in case I gain the 50 pounds required to wear this fucking canopy.
I'm really pissed off that I have to drive to the post office and pay to ship this ugly ass tent back to the company. I'm pissed that they wasted my time. And I'm pissed that they don't, at a minimum, absorb the shipping costs for my returning it.
Tomorrow I'm going to have to drive into town, which takes about 20 minutes each way, to the post office. I've twisted up this TENT called a dress, into a tight rope and bound it all together in duct tape and am sending it back return receipt requested. I'm going to call and harrass these assholes until they credit my card for the bad purchase of this dog of a dress.
Now I have to go find another dress. Assholes.
Mickey thinks I'm over-reacting. I kicked him in the balls for suggesting it.
It's satin, yes. But I can't begin to describe how wrinkled this dress is. Were I to try to wear it, I would have to PAY a dry cleaner to iron it for me.
But that's not the worst of it. This dress that I've been anxiously anticipating is also a fucking TENT. It's gigantic. It's a fucking MooMoo. Complete with elastic on the back, in case I gain the 50 pounds required to wear this fucking canopy.
I'm really pissed off that I have to drive to the post office and pay to ship this ugly ass tent back to the company. I'm pissed that they wasted my time. And I'm pissed that they don't, at a minimum, absorb the shipping costs for my returning it.
Tomorrow I'm going to have to drive into town, which takes about 20 minutes each way, to the post office. I've twisted up this TENT called a dress, into a tight rope and bound it all together in duct tape and am sending it back return receipt requested. I'm going to call and harrass these assholes until they credit my card for the bad purchase of this dog of a dress.
Now I have to go find another dress. Assholes.
Mickey thinks I'm over-reacting. I kicked him in the balls for suggesting it.
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