Thoughts of food

Today I had totally planned on posting new food photos. Because they would be the balance to the rest of my weekend. But I got into a long conversation with my dad instead. Some crap about me being the bigger person.

The food thing was really important to me. I'd like to tell y'all that I'm a former partygirl but this weekend perhaps proves that "former" is a myth that exists purely in my mind.

As I planned the menu, I thought of all the other things that I could avoid discussing about Friday night. I wouldn't share that early in the evening I exclaimed, "Do I look like my name is Divine Brown?" I wouldn't discuss the fun of riding down the street while sitting on the lap of a quadriplegic in his electric wheelchair. (One of the benefits of sitting on the lap of a quadriplegic? We are all supermodel skinny because they can't feel our weight.) Throw into the mix that I also ran into Random Boy,

This sealed it. I needed to write about food. I needed to forget Friday. Because most folks would think that Friday was an anomaly but for me it was perfectly normal. And that's what scares me. The thinking it's all normal. If it wasn't for the fact that I had my eyes dilated this afternoon, I would be out right now. Because going out is addictive to me. Over the last couple of weeks, I have had to think about this. And then I realized the truth.

I am a partygirl. That is my nature. And sometimes I cook food in between the parties. Because to be anything else is too boring -- and depressing -- in my book. I can do "normal" but it just makes me want to curl up and die.