my best friend had the filet mignon. also, delicious.
the party was at the deluxe ritz carlton. talk about ridiculously fancy. they didn't even have paper towels in the bathrooms but small wash cloth size towels to dry your hands on. to me that just seems silly but whatever. however, for the first time in a REALLY long time, i felt like jane and not like mommy. we ate good food, we danced and danced and danced and the evening ended in bed with my bestie watching a movie and falling asleep in the wee hours of the morning. i didn't even care that i had to get up at the crack of dawn and do what i only assume would be the walk of shame to my car to get back home to reality. it certainly is good to have nights like this. i only wish it would happen more than once a year and maybe next time i could go hang out with my other half (male one--the mister, not my other half-- the best friend). i will remember this fantastic night for the rest of the dreary winter!