that was the theme of my saturday evening. i went to a party w my bf, to his friends' place. keep in mind we are all mid to late 20s, even some 30s. there was plenty of booze and loud music. but there on the kitchen table was a spread that looked like even martha stewart would be jealous of. all sorts of chips and dips, and tasty salads, as well as about 6 cakes, at least. really elaborate gourmet looking cakes too. i thought about all that food for most of the evening. i tried to ignore it as best i could, until the end of our stay when my bf asked if i wanted to sit down w him.... at the table... in front of the cakes.... while he sampled a plethora of delectable delights. he's really not a bad guy, i swear. and most of the time, i think he does his snacking purposefully out of my sight so as not to make me feel deprived. maybe it was the drinks talking, or the early dinner we'd had that digested hours ago.
bottom line, his friends' always have parties like this, with lots of amazing gourmet cakes and snacks. which is the total opposite of my friends' parties. which only have booze. they rarely have food even when its not a party.
i dont even remember what a real cake tastes like. something made with fat, and butter, and eggs, and sugar, and chocolate....anyway, can someone please remind me that i am not being deprived of anything. that in fact i am in control over my life, and i dont need a cake to improve my well-being. anyone. i'm having difficulty convincing myself.
