Matt and I are going camping this weekend. In a tent. In the woods. Which will be a far cry from the way we have spent our last two weekends, at the weddings of two of my co-workers. Two Fridays ago and again last Saturday, Matt and I got all dressed up and ate fancy food and had intelligent conversations about politics and constitutional rights and how we can't believe Jessica Simpson is STILL PREGNANT. I felt very grown up and elegant.
Except for the moment during cocktail hour when I drifted a little further away from my strategic position next to the door to the kitchen than I would have liked. The server came out with a fresh tray of appetizers and I was afeared that I might not get my hands on one. Luckily Matt sensed my panic and started to walk over to the server.
And then before I knew what I was doing I called after him, "GO MATT! BE AGGRESSIVE!"
DON'T GET BETWEEN ME AND A SPOONFUL OF CHICKEN SALAD WITH GRAPES AND ALMONDS NESTLED INSIDE A MINIATURE PASTRY.
I doubt that I will be eating any of those in the woods this weekend, but oh how I wish I could. They have changed my life for the better.
I talked to Matt a little while ago and he asked if there was a particular campsite job I was dying for. I graciously offered to provide a real live musical soundtrack for the weekend, EVEN TAKING REQUESTS, but I don't think that was quite the answer he was expecting. And so I volunteered to search around in the woods for sticks that we might need to use for kindling/marshmellow roasting/self-defense.
I will report back on how that goes.
On a completely unrelated note, I just cleaned out my purse and found the fortune cookie from my sushi lunch the other day, so I ate it OF COURSE. And here is my fortune.
I'm not sure how to take this exactly, but I guess the person who wrote it thinks praying only gets you so far.
What I need to know is whether chicken salad with grapes and almond nestled inside a miniature pastry falls under "want" or "need."
Please say need.
Please say need.