Gore Fest VII

I have plenty of personal updates to post, and once again I'm past due.

However, this post is dedicated to Gorefest.

The first time I saw the show 4 years ago I knew I was hooked. It was hilarious and full of blood splattering good times. The best part is the tension they create. The audience knows that the "gore" is coming, but they don't always know when.

This year's show is full of tension, sexual innuendo, and some of my favorite GF songs to date.

Go see it.

Really.

Stars in my eyes...

Last night I met with Susie, Bryce, and Lisa for a wedding chat. As I mentioned, Sus is getting married next September and we make up some of her wedding party.

Really, it's a glorified excuse to go out and drink and chat about stuff boys really don't care about.

We decided to go to Trina's Starlight Lounge, a new bar/restaurant that just opened in Inman Square. The space used to be the infamous Abbey Lounge, a divey, amazing hole in the wall with more character than that an old whore that lived through three wars and prohibition. The last time I was there I was punched in the face and went home with a boy named Charlie who wore dirty old sneakers and a military jacket.
I'm sad that it's gone.

Overall, the Starlight is great. I love the whole look of the place. It's like you stepped into a 1950's shout out.

The cocktails were delicious, and pretty much the most expensive thing on the menu, $9.00 for a specialty drink. I'll be sticking with their $5 and under beer selection unless it's a super special occasion.

We ordered cheese fries as an app, but they came out with the meal. That would actually be my only real complaint about the place: the food took forever. I blame it on first week kinks.

Lisa and I had the pressed Apple & Brie sandwich. I loved it, especially the horseradish dipping sauce that accompanied the cheesey goodness.

Susie had the Mac and Cheese with Ritz. She wasn't a fan of the Ritz, mainly because they seemed more like an afterthought. The sprinkle them on after the the Mac and Cheese. If they crushed them up better and baked them on top- now that would be amazing.

Bryce had a salad. It looked nice, and I actually forgot to ask her how it was.

Our waiter reminded me of a hipster Joey from Friends. He always had a half smirk on his face and I could never really tell if he was listening to us. I wouldn't ask him to define any big words. But he was cute so we really didn't care what he did. As long as he kept making dreamy eye contact and rocked his tight plaid shirt.

We were pleasantly tipsy as we left, full bellies, and all girled out. The 50's style decor made me want to go home and do my best Betty Paige impression for Ted.

Instead I smooched him and fell asleep with my pants on.

Sage Advice

"Whoa, those are a lot of jalapenos babe, can you really eat all of those?"

It wasn't a challenge. It was a mere inquiry about my tolerance for spicy peppers.

I took it as a challenge.

I was late for work this morning.

Also, don't drink Guiness with chili.