garlic noodles in my hair, enchilada sauce on my shirt...

no no that isn't just a bad country song's lyrics.
spending time with S&J while they were in town, we all realize that i'm still somewhat of a bumbling klutz!
when we went to Crustaceans (boy oh boy did they chow down their dungeness crab which was sooooo good) i threw in the towel first and finished my mango martini while they continue to devour the food. our side order was the equally famous garlic noodles that compliments the crabs soooo well. anyways we were just chatting about our day when J, with a crab leg poised in his mouth, points at me with his free hand, and mumbled.
S paused from her crab momentarily, looks at me and laughs...
i had garlic noodle IN my hair. in it. real classy! i had no idea how it got there seeing as i've stopped eating 5 minutes prior.

then a few days later, we went to El Buro which is a good mexican place near my work with fantastic enchiladas. food was yummy and portions were huge, so we all took half our dinners home. we walked to Coldstone creamery to check out the ice cream, we walked all around barnes and nobles bookstore to browse for an hour to try to digest the food. we got home and S&J are showing me their vacation photos from the Canary islands, in the midst J pointed to my tummy and said 'piggy' in english with a french accent, my first instinct is to protect my tummy from hearing such insensitive judgemental heresy against its size ; afterall it's not that big... it's seen worse days!
S wrestled with my instinctively placed protective arm covering my tummy and laughed, mind you, giggled till she fell on the floor, because i had a pretty big patch of red enchilada sauce DRIED on the front part of my shirt near the tummy...

so that is why "we can't take you to anywhere nice"!

speaking of which i went with a girl friend to Nola's yesterday, cajun place with gumbo and such. we had their pecan pie which was MELT IN YOUR MOUTH fantastic. easily the best pecan pie and possibly best pie i've ever tasted. crunchy pecan softly sits on top of the brown sugar filling and flaky pie crust, drizzled with soft caramel (but not overwhelmingly sweet caramel) served warm with a scoop of whipped cream (i can do without) and a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

it is heaven in a spoon.

and no, i managed not to take any of the pecan pie home on my shirt.