Wednesday, November 30, 2011

No Blue Soup! aka Suck it, Bridget!

The Spread
This is my spread sans dessert (which was in the fridge).  Not too shabby, aye?  Best meal ever, some might say.  (They might...they happened not to say it, but they might have not been the "some" who would.  That's all I'm sayin'.)  Though I must credit Crystal with making the salad.  Still, I chopped the tomatoes and "planned" to make it...I just ran out of time. 

The crowd favorite appears to have been the Sweet Potato Gnocchi with comments like "why can't you just make that every night" and "please make this again for Thanksgiving!"  Done!

 All I know for sure is that Sandy didn't get any scraps...and some went back for seconds too!

Rachel, Nick, Crystal, Kelly, Sarah, and Heather.  (Not pictured:  Sandy)

Here is the urban family after cleaning their plates.  Look at the happy faces, satisfied with the fact that they didn't have to ingest blue soup, omelette, and marmalade after hours of careful cooking!

As we watched BJD the second time, we added a bit more context to the film by "having our colors done" a la Color Me Beautiful.  There were a lot of tips in there that were, well, dated let's say.

I'm not sure if this is when Crystal plotted buying "Color For Men" for Nick.  But that happened.

I thought I had a picture of the tiramisu cake, but oh well.  I guess I'll just have to tell the story without the photo.  I got a 4 and a 3 candle for it as this would have been Movie Bridget's 43rd birthday....but it was also just 5 days after urban family member Nick's 34th birthday.  So, I switched them for him - and the party became a surprise party.  I'm not sure sharing a birthday party with Bridget Jones was on his bucket list, but if so, check!

*Mark Darcy and Daniel Cleaver did not show.  I blame Sarah for that.  She was supposed to bring them.  And apparently much plotting was done by Crystal and Kelly to make it happen as well.

Summary:  I made the better meal but got none of the sweet rewards in the form of British men fighting over me to the tune of It's Raining Men.  Sigh.

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