Saturday, February 14, 2004
Welcome to the Hellmouth
Valentine party at work. The person who was supposed to cook cancelled because of an 'eye appointment'. So that meant Emily in charge. Boss says, "well, it's a cold buffet for about 100"...no other instructions. And we all know how much I looove la cuisine! *cough*Campgayventure*cough*. All ended up going well though as my saviour Vanessa showed up and did a ton of prep work. Plus I made these awesome so cute valentine cookies. The best part of the day was when this really hot guy came to help in the kitchen.
Yes, I'm smitten, I am full of smit. How am I able to resist a guy who is a) in International Development Studies b) travelled to the Middle East just to check up on American propoganda c) says sweet things like, "I'll just do dishes for 15 minutes until I have to go" d) is HOT??? Maybe I should do something with him sometime in a not at work kind of way. Odds of this happening: low (if you know me!)
Then Jean-Claude the crazy Haitian won flowers and gave them to me as a Valentine present, some scary African man sized up my birthing hips for about ten minutes and a guy puked all over my housemate's back and didn't seem to notice. Another typical day at la Maison de l'Amitié.
Valentine party at work. The person who was supposed to cook cancelled because of an 'eye appointment'. So that meant Emily in charge. Boss says, "well, it's a cold buffet for about 100"...no other instructions. And we all know how much I looove la cuisine! *cough*Campgayventure*cough*. All ended up going well though as my saviour Vanessa showed up and did a ton of prep work. Plus I made these awesome so cute valentine cookies. The best part of the day was when this really hot guy came to help in the kitchen.
Yes, I'm smitten, I am full of smit. How am I able to resist a guy who is a) in International Development Studies b) travelled to the Middle East just to check up on American propoganda c) says sweet things like, "I'll just do dishes for 15 minutes until I have to go" d) is HOT??? Maybe I should do something with him sometime in a not at work kind of way. Odds of this happening: low (if you know me!)
Then Jean-Claude the crazy Haitian won flowers and gave them to me as a Valentine present, some scary African man sized up my birthing hips for about ten minutes and a guy puked all over my housemate's back and didn't seem to notice. Another typical day at la Maison de l'Amitié.
