Yesterday was an adventure. In the city with Phil, Elizzard, and Sal, Matthew and I wound up at The Mint Karaoke Lounge.

I sang Tainted Love and Elizzard sand La Isla Bonita. Matthew somehow managed to escape without singing, though I had finally convinced him to submit a request. He had signed up to sing It's Not Unusual by Tom Jones, which I think would have been a real treat for all of us. Phil also didn't want to sing and hadn't consumed enough liquid courage to be talked into it.

I sang my song along with a bitter woman with a fantastic voice. She was quick to share that her girlfriend had cheated on her and that she was very drunk. She told everyone who was still there when they closed that she only dated women with double-D breasts, but that she would be willing to date me even though my breats were "so small." You have to picture me indignantly defending my breast size to the drunk lesbian on stage. D is not small! Granted, my elastic backed shirt made my breasts much smaller than their normal gargantuan size because if it didn't smush them down they'd fly out the sides, but ... Anyway, the point of this story is to imagine me all tipsy claiming that my breast are quite a nice size.

Tonight we are hosting a cooking game night. I believe the menu is pasta with homemade pesto, garlic bread, waldorf salad with a balsamic vinagrette dressing, and some sort of dessert. Two of the attendees are on the Atkins (low carbs, high protein) diet, which means they eat the abslute opposite of my vegan diet. It should be interesting.

As soon as they arrived, I handed each guest one of my super hard puzzles. Katya twisted the patience puzzle until it wouldn't move at all. Everyone's technique was so different.