Kimday 2: Ho Ho Ho

You know your birthday is something special, when the jolly old elf comes to cheer you on! That's right, Santa Claus came to celebrate Kimday on Friday at Bossa. I personally think that I need to give partial credit to Bonniebell, though, because like her hoohah's namesake (Cindy Lou Who), Bonniebell's overwhelming faith in Santa brought him to my party.

Bonniebell also provided a little simian entertainment (c/o Grayskull) with her little monkey in a fez. We took many pictures with the little monkey, and I truthfully don't think that Kimday would've been the same without him.

The meal--fantastic! Long but fantastic. 4 hours of gustatory bliss. Starters were corn and pork empanandas and plantains (good call, G). An hour later, the main course arrived--also divine. The drinks were also phenomenal: raspberry mojitos, regular mojitos, south beach mojitos, and some concoction that Chuck got that tasted like pure 151--yikes. Then came the tres leches cake for my birthday which was melt in your mouth slap your thigh and moan kind of good, and then we got to order our coffees with minidessert (the desserts came in shot glasses). Doc got carrot cake; Bonniebell and I ordered the mousse; Edgy went with the key lime pie; Praxis and JTS got the creme brulee, and Glinda declined. YUMMERS!!!!

Post dinner, we headed to La Carafe for some wine, flowers and conversation. The table, as it should, said Kim on it--just for Kimday, I'm sure. Then we headed to Warrens for some old school drinking and themed music. I didn't get paid for my smile this time, but I did get a White Russian so strong that I nicknamed it the Chernobyl. Then we topped it off with damn fine pizza from Franks and a Mountain Dew. Mmmm Franks.

Can't speak for the rest of the crew, but back at da house, we had some more Caucasians and watched Best in Show. "Peanut, hazelnut, cashew nut..."

Status: Liver still functioning; skin and hair still the same; pants still fit; a little tired, but I pick right up once I have some Vault.