For my one-hundredth and one post, I’m entering a new era … as a legitimate Chef. A classically trained culinary star … well kind of, but yes, it’s official.
The last week was the most grueling and intense experience of my life. Emotionally, physically, and spiritually. Instead of changing one aspect of my life with the transition from “pretend chef” to real chef, I also indulged in too much drinking, eating, and drama. But again, that’s my extreme personality.
So after the wedding cake. After the four days of finals and the wrath of blog haters, I finished on Thursday afternoon, and promptly treated myself to the mani/pedi/massage I needed. And then to champagne.
One of the reason I love my friends so much is because they share the same extreme traits I do, the edge-0f-your-seat, no-judgement fun zone we encompass ourselves with on a daily basis in New York.
So after I became official, a few friends and I had a midnight dinner at the new restaurant Kenmare in my hood (same owners at The Little Owl) and preceded to order almost everything on the menu and drink more than our body weights. The gnocchi, the lamb, the meatballs (obvi) and the halibut were all phenomenal.
By the end of the evening, I was causing drama and my girlfriend was running away from her date … literally. So after pulling a fast one of her date while he was in the bathroom (no joke), we realized that our idea of “getting crazy” that night would be nothing more than a good story … that we’d hope to forget. Suffice to say, the restaurant, the food, and the company (for most of the evening) were fantastic.
Friday was graduation, and the thought of drinking a champagne toast upon commencement was nauseating. With my parents in full support, and my mother’s obsession with ground beef leading the way we headed to the old-time Bar Farnelli down the block from me and indulged in burgers and beers to cure hangovers and celebrate being official.
If the hangover wasn’t bad enough round one, it wasn’t better round two, especially after the ideal thought occurred to take Tylenol PM before passing out drunk, so that I could “sleep later than 6 am.” Suffice to say it did NOT work.
Saturday lead to a Num Pang stop, afternoon drinks and Easter bar crawl spotting at The Blind Tiger and dinner at my favorite Italian hole in the wall, with my favorite guy in tote. A spot I won’t even reveal because I like that it’s my spot and unfound. Sorry …
For the third year in a row my girlfriends have thrown their legendary birthday bash. It usually involves very drunk (ex)sorority girls, lots of dancing, and fabulous outfits. Check, check, and check, and this added to yet another night of celebration that left me emaciated in the morning.
Suffice to say, I celebrated. I mean, I deserved it!
All I can say to everyone who reads my blog, is a sincere “thank you.” Thank you for being part of my daily life while at school and for giving me an outlet to vent and share. This blog is NOT over, stay tuned for things to come, it’s only going to get BIGGER and BETTER. Only thing that’s different is that I’m warranted to give out these “insightful” tidbits …
Take it or leave it. Now go get yourself a piece of cake already!
