nana na na nana...gettin jiggy with it

i have been one busy little chola. in the past week i have been a valentine, a house painter, an interior designer, a carpet ripper out-er, a birthday party goer, a kindergarten teacher, a job interviewer, a baker and above all a straight gangster. 

where do i even begin to catch up on all my blogging? 

well i suppose i could start out the friday before valentine's day. my friend angelina invited our girls group to a lovely and quite fancy, girl's valentines day dinner party at her house. those of you who know me well, know this is normally not my "cup of tea-quilla." typically i would either just ignore the e-vite (how creepily twenty-something are e-vites?) or make up some excuse that my baby's daddy was in jail or i was busy getting my eyebrows tattooed back on. but i knew angelinainfoodland wouldn't disappoint and my friends would definitely be the entertainment. upon walking in, i knew i made the right decision when i realized that each of us had brought our own bottle of wine and had extra bottles of champagne saved for dessert. my friends are 75 year old women stuck in 27 year old bodies with a chronic case of verbal diarrhea. nicole-ex temecula beauty queen/crystal meth addict who can't take a joke (in fact i bet she's mad reading this right now), angelina-who makes regina george from mean girls look like mother theresa, angie-the lovechild of jessica simpson and ronald reagan, sheena-the ledge, and whitney who might be the one person who rivals my unparalleled status on the white trash richter scale all came together to discuss life, love, food, bodily functions, and other topics not typically suited for the dinner table. once the wine started flowing the conversation went from really badly awesome, to worse, to awkward and back again...

here is a little peek...

steak and pomme frites

yes that is a red velvet cake heart right in the middle...yummmm

even though i felt like i was on an episode of the real housewives of atlanta, nene didn't come around the corner and rip out my weave and we all had an wonderful time. i have some of the best friends around and despite our dysfunctionality i wouldn't trade them for anyone. except maybe kim zolciak. now that's one lady who needs to be my bff.