So I was invited to a friend's 40th birthday party over the weekend. It was really lovely - it was at a restaurant that was super fancy. Super fancy meaning that I feel like I should be healthy and order the fish because you know the fish won't taste like fish. But super fancy usually means, for me, that I get the richest, most fattening selection and end up too full for words. That is what happened at this event. I really wanted to take a photo of the steak stuffed with friend oysters but again, how am I going to make myself sick if I do not wolf it down at an unsafe pace? Unsafe pace might actually be a good adjective for the evening. As a result, all that was left was the centerpiece - it was pretty enough to warrant a photo.
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