Is she drunk? maybe

I went to a party tonight and drank a bottle of champagne. Yes. A bottle. I feel delicious.

Okay is it me or is the Pope kind of like a car that has run out of gas and is still running.
You would think, "okay John Paul II is going to go now" but when we checked the news while coming home from a party he was still going.
Vroom goes the pope.


Off subject but I have this small pimple but I accidentally brushed my hand against it and it feels three miles deep. You know the kind I am talking about? The pimple that is sooo unbelievably painful. Ouch. That is why I drank the champagne I think.

One of those serious posts.

champagne dreams are often not good.
I had some horrifying wedding anxiety nightmares last night. Everything from a shrinking ceiling, my hair falling out to someone forgetting to send invitations. (Strangely the one voice of comfort in the dream was herbaliser who was trying to figure out a way to hide the fact that my hair was falling out and kept telling me everything was going to be okay.)
I am getting married in six months and there is a lot I haven't done. As in nothing. I do want to be married. I really do but this wedding thing is not one bit of fun and I mostly feel like crying. There is all of this stuff that needs to be done and I really don't want to do any of it. Maybe I will just not invite anyone except my family and his family and not have a reception. Maybe I will just hide under a blanket and hope it all goes away. Eloping sounds so good so often. I can't do that. Mr. Jenner's parents have booked their tickets so we gotta get married and all of that.
I just wish I could hand off most of the responsibility to someone else.
I feel too fat too wear a wedding dress, I am still anxious about all sorts of people would interact with one another at the reception and I am still figuring out where the money will come to handle everything.
Some days I feel okay but most days I think, "oh fuck this is such a bother."
I need a cupcake.

No pity comments please.

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John Paul II has died.

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God Bless Mr. Jenner he makes everyone feel better.
Now to go and eat rich food.

On Saturday we eat

Dinner was fucking delicious.
We went to Maximillian's. I adore this French place for so many reason. It is slightly hidden away and isn't one of those obvious choices for dinner in Seattle. You really have to know it exists. It has been around forever. (My Mom went there back in the day) They have one of the best views of the water-front. They offer a rather dandy escargot. RAWR.
I also love our waiter there. Yes I have a waiter there. Every single time I go there he serves me. He looks a bit like the actor who played Richard on that sitcom "Caroline in the City". (but less neurotic)
He messed up the order slightly tonight but I received free French Onion soup out of the deal so that can't hurt a girl at all. This French-onion soup has one of the richest and heartiest stocks in a soup. It lacks any hint of watery consistency that one often runs across in this soup. It is rich, deep and satisfying. If one was looking for a light meal this little cup of soup would be a perfect note. Mr. Jenner had the escargot because he has developed a fondness for the dish like no one else. I introduced him to the delicacy of the snail cooked in butter and garlic and I think he has never looked back. He says these are rather good but nothing compares to the snails of Bofinger in Paris. (what a bunch of name-droppers we are) So folks if you should be in Paris and need a good seafood/snail fix do go to Bofinger. There is a waiter there I have a crush on.
Our dining guest also had the French onion soup and she moaned delightfully. I also had a salad. It was a frisee salad with bacon, walnuts and a raspberry Vinaigrette along with a variation of blue cheese melted on some bread. It was not for the faint of heart or those who fear the calories. It was tart, savory and filled with many details to snatch up with one's fork.
Our dining guest found the house bordeaux to be delicious as well.
For the main course our dining guest (a dear friend who loves a good meal) and Mr. Jenner had the Duck Confit that was on a bed of lentils and sauteed potatoes. Mr. Jenner wasn't terribly enthused about the lentils and approached them like he would a bed of lettuce. He ignored them and concentrated on the duck and potatoes. The bone was bare once he was through. Our guest found every little detail to be what she was hoping for in a meal and made the astute comment about there being quite a bit of protein. (good to note for those carb-counters out there)
I chose the pork chop that was on a bed of shitake mushrooms and hericot verts (perfection in flavor and texture) and cooked in a shallot and red wine reduction. It was almost too much flavor to take in. The hericot verts were buttery, the reduction had a strong tart flavor but equally sweet with the right amount of spice and the pork chop was thick and well-prepared. The chef could not make an overly-dried out piece of pork if he tried. This had flavor and was succulent. I died and went to heaven.
Then I came back because there was dessert. I was lured at first by the possibility of the pear sorbet (served with raspberry jam and whipped cream) then I thought about the lemon souffle. I have had their souffle and it is just straight-out sex. SEX! You want to do things to the souffle that are illegal in particular states. I even thought about the creme brulee.
I chose the profiteroles. Filled with vanilla ice cream and served with their dark home-made chocolate sauce little raspberries (for decoration) and slivered almonds.
Um...yes please give me another and another.
I resisted the urge to lick the plate so I could get at the chocolate sauce. It wasn't too sweet and one could taste the faint sour taste of chocolate. I don't know if many people can taste it in unsweetened chocolate but there is a slightly sour flavor that makes me think of silver for some reason.
It makes your body ache for more.
Our guest chose the same and finished off everything with glee.
Mr. Jenner had the flour-less chocolate cake. It is more like a molten chocolate cake. It is surrounded by a fruit puree and a touch of ice cream and some raspberries.
The cake is something you must be careful to approach. You carefully spoon out a piece and ribbons of chocolate begin to pour out and you struggle to catch it and get it to your mouth as quickly as you can. It is sort of a race but you also want to feel the moment with the chocolate. It is teasing all around. Mr. Jenner closed his eyes in enjoyment.
Dinner was what everyone needed. Sighs all about. Sighs of satisfaction.
We needed a wheelbarrow to take us home.
Tomorrow? a simple dinner. Maybe chicken pie or something.

In slightly less depressing news I tried on a dress I have had for a long time. I briefly fit it for about three days when I first bought it. I tried it on today. I can fit into it again. I have dropped two dress sizes.
Now to drop two or three more. I don't actually weight myself so I have not a clue on hard numbers. But I measure it by dress size. What ego.
I still have a long way to go and I am sure considering the way I ate tonight I didn't help matters. Maybe I did. I didn't eat every damn thing in sight and I ate slowly and carefully and drank a lot of water. I don't feel stuffed. Merely...filled.
I ate well.