Ready for Those Flashing Lights
This weekend, Jimmy came to town. Before he even got here, we both made it clear that we were on very strict budgets.
However, as with anything and everything that Jimmy and I do, there were clearly exceptions.
What were our exceptions, you ask? Well, if it sang, tap-danced, or came to us covered in marinara sauce, it was officially “in the budget.”
It’s safe to say that our attempt to save money failed miserably.
Here were the highlights:
This, my friends, is Speidini. For those unfamiliar with this dish, shame on you. Speidini is bread and cheese baked in the oven until golden brown and then smothered in a rich butter sauce. It has 0 calories and .3 grams of fat. So clearly, we finished it. As Jimmy would say, “It’s perfect, just like me.”
While we waited for this pizza pie to come out of the oven, Jimmy moaned, “They better bring us some bread or something or else I’m going to eat my napkin.” Five minutes later, the two of us took an entire large pie of pizza to the face, and never looked back. Yes, you should definitely be impressed.
I had a coupon for 6 free cupcakes and could not think of a more perfect weekend to spend it. Unfortunately, even in all of our gluttonous glory, we could not finish them. So, we called it a night and then finished them off for breakfast. Man and Woman vs. Food, part two.
If I didn’t have a girl-crush on Sutton Foster before, it is now official. Also, in case you were wondering (which I’m sure you were), the word “Gaga” is officially said three times during this musical. They were so ahead of the times. I had to slap Jimmy’s monster paw down before the guy behind us complained.
Fierce. Ferocious. And I’m not just talking about Jimmy’s dancing. Seriously though, Beyonce rocked the stage last night. There aren’t words to even describe it. And, if there were, they would probably be something along the times of “I really shouldn’t have eaten 7 slices of pizza this weekend if I ever want to look that good in a leotard and heels” or “I wish I had a fan permanently fixated 3 feet in front of of my face so that my hair always looked that good.” Seriously though, homegirl did the damn thing. I’m a changed woman.
Not only were we graced with the presence of our favorite Ginger, we also got to spend time with the wonderful Chelsea Hayes and ever-fabulous Yolanda Guzman. And when I say “spend time,” I really mean “invite them to hang out so they can help us finish all of this food.”
Unfortunately, on Saturday I dropped my phone, shattered its screen, and had to get a replacement device. This meant that, sadly, I lost all of the pictures from our weekend shenanigans – including the ones of Jimmy enjoying his breakfast (half a packet of Splenda), our VIP transportation service to Hoboken (the ferry), our emotional viewing of GLEE3D (yes, they sang “Born This Way” and yes, we cried), Jimmy bent down in the middle of the street in worship of Lady Gaga (Amen), and the additional two pizza pies we consumed on Friday night (God bless John’s Pizzeria). But, alas, life goes on. And I’m sure that the paparazzi that followed us all weekend was able to capture some great shots.
I’m just thankful that I got to spend this past weekend with my favorite Knowles in the entire world.
And Jimmy. I guess.