Pan seared cat with balsamic reduction and goat cheese snow
It’s 11PM, way past my bedtime, I’m tipsy and we’ve just had a dinner party. This is causing me to feel waxy. I thought today at work, as we sat in a conference room attending a seminar on natural disasters and emergency responses that each and every person in this room will someday leave this earth. The obnoxious guy with the voice that is too loud for this room who uses the Powerpoint to excess. The shrill woman in the back who smugly tells the room that she and her husband are VERY prepared should a natural disaster hit. The woman sitting next to me with the terrible breath who is having fun whispering inane comments to me that I can’t fully hear over the noise of the presentation. All of us will die. This is inevitable. One by one, we will leave this earth.
We had a kick ass time tonight. We’ve begun Spanish Speaking Night with a few friends, and tonight Keith and I hosted. We kept forgetting to speak Spanish, however. That’s okay.
Oh. I’m am now SO tired. I will sleep.