Oh my, what a night...
We decided we're going to have a smaaaaall dinner party tonight, so last night was going to be the prep night.
What actually happened was that my roomie and I ended up sitting in tiny girl boxers, in our kitchen floor, hands covered with Mayo and mustard as we drunkenly tried to marinate chicken. Then, hands still sticky with sauce, we ran to our friends room and drunkenly told him we are OK with a Ménage à trois.
Don't worry, I fixed it this morning... the sauce.
It really didn't start out that way, it was suppose to be a quiet night. After roomie and I got off from our respective classes that day, we decided to go grocery shopping. Being tiny and girls, we asked one of our giant guy friends to come grocery shopping with us. Great idea, except then we decided to uncork a bottle... or three and within a surprisingly short frame of time, we all got completely wasted. We spent half the night rolling around on the roof of our apartment, dangerously close to falling off.
And now, we are going to cook for eleven people. Eh... well, my roomie doesn't cook so I guess I'm cooking for eleven. Lucky that I have a crazy tolerance and never get hangovers... thank you high school Cross Country!
Surprising how a small dinner party can blow up in a small amount of time... and so much cooking! I'm using all my own recipes, so I'm a bit nervous about scaling it to such a magnitude. Whatever. They will eat what they are fed.
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