Mexican to German to Italian... Cinco de Mayo 2011

I must thank my friend James for encouraging me to write this post--I've had a bit of writer's block lately.  So yesterday was Cinco de Mayo and it was only right to keep everything a Mexican theme.  You know the drill- margaritas, tequila, guac, etc, etc.  Shit got a little weird this year all due to this 100-calorie concoction they call the Skinnygirl Margarita.  Sure, it will make you a skinny girl because two 4oz glasses pretty much makes you incapacitated and unable to physically take another sip. I think I'll tweet to Bethenny Frankel that "Blackout Margarita" would have been a much more appropriate name.  In the true work hard, play hard fashion, my company thought it was a good idea to purchase an entire CASE to finish before 5pm.  MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.

At 5pm or so, 3 drunk blondes and 1 semi-drunk boss head to the Standard Biergarten for a blind date in which we were all fighting for the same male (well, not the semi-drunk boss).  Lucky for us, this male brought 5 friends making the boy band group complete.  We had the ginger, the Justin Bieber wannabe, the fratastic alpha-male, the funny one and the Patrick Dempsey look-a-like (he was my fave).  Once I realized that I was actually unable to form a sentence or physically put a piece of the giant pretzel into my mouth , I "went to the bathroom" aka peaced out and stumbled home listening to Julianne Hough on repeat (true story).  End scene.

5am Friday morning-  I wake up to a zillion text messages from the previous night and a receipt on my night table from none other than DOMINOS.  "FML," I think as I walk into my kitchen hoping it was an old receipt.  No such luck.  There it is...an empty pizza box.  I know it doesn't sound SO bad, but this happens pretty much every weekend (alternating between Dominos and a container of Oreos).  Yeah, no big deal.  But more than shoving a large, thin-crust pizza down the hatch, I was just so impressed that I was able to conquer three different cuisines all within a three hour time frame.  God bless NYC.

Notice my disposable contacts sitting in the pizza box...

PS- On Cinco de Mayo Eve, I saw Giselle at ABC Kitchen and she was eating. a lot.  Her hair is honestly amazing.