Friday, January 29, 2016
It was Michele's birthday and who were we mortals to turn down a chocolate tasting? NO one, that's who! So we started off with a chocolate tasting of single source local friendly whatever else I'm supposed to say that indicates that no indigenous people were deprived of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness to obtain it. After that we floated, high on whatever it is in chocolate that makes all right with your world, to our table for various appetizers and drinks to celebrate my arrival and Michele's birthday. Her friend Candy joined us and it was a lovely evening of calories and visiting.
The next day was a fancy lunch at a buffet featuring foods from the regions of France. The food was delicious. The dessert was divine.
Because wow were they good. The creme brulee wasn't carmelized enough. I give it a B.
That evening was cocktails and appetizers at one of THE destinations in Vegas, it was a work event so we had to behave.
After we wrapped up that event however it was time to actually go out and eat, so I met up with my brother and work friends and we hit the town.
My trip started the way it ended, with my friend Michele which honestly was awesome. She was going to take me to the airport but first we headed down to Fremont to show me old Vegas and get some lunch. We went to that classic, the Golden Nugget and had some buffet which was not as fancy as the French one but I'm positive no less calories. We toasted our friend Renee, who was the third of our lunch bunch. She is sadly missed by us, it was one of those times she should've been with us, laughing and eating and gossiping. That won't ever happen again, but I'm glad we were able to toast to her together and remember her.
Like it or lump it, Renee. If you don't like it, you shoulda been there to tell us so.
This story doesn't include breakfast, which occurred each day. It was at the boulangerie and it was so damn good.
The end result despite WAY over 10 k steps walked every day was pretty frustrating. I wasn't keeping track of what I ate, so even though I KNEW there was no way I was even close to making up my intake well, let's face it - I didn't stop because I didn't care.
So here I am. It's 8 pound heavier and now I have to take it off. Which is fine, because honestly when in Rome (or Paris). I'm a little annoyed at myself and yet, I'm mostly not. It was fun. I hate the way in I look in the photos but I don't know that I ever will like the way I look so I've decided not to care and to crop out the bits I hate the most (above, totally did).
And now I'm muscle sore from the total gym and requesting curly fries for dinner.
You can take the fat girl out of the....oh wait.
No, you just can't.
Oh well, I'll get there.