It has been decided that my older full-time job self can no longer keep up with my younger college self.
Case in point: yesterday.
Saturday started out as any good weekend should. I slept in. I cleaned my apartment. I made a delicious, unconventional breakfast. I drank kombucha. I worked up a sweat playing XBox Kinect for 90 minutes with my friend Darcey. We split the new Larabar flavor, Blueberry Muffin. And as fellow foodies, we grabbed a bite to eat at a new spot in town: Daisy Cafe & Cupcakery.
It should be noted the alcoholic drink above is called the Whoopsie Daisy! and is made with agave wine (fermented from the agave plant, resulting in a smoother, more delicious tequila-like liquor), lime juice and pomegranate molasses. You can ask Darcey, I wanted to order five more.
It should also be noted that while the sundried tomato chicken burger + edamame salad and chorizo pepperjack meatloaf + veggies split between Darcey + I were quite tasty, you eat at a cupcakery for one thing and one thing only…
That would be one Caramel Pumpkin Cupcake (pumpkin cupcake + caramel buttercream frosting) + one Mai Tai Cupcake (orange cake, pineapple-rum filling, lime buttercream + grenadine buttercream frostings).
I need to take a moment of silence for these cupcakes, of which there are no words to describe their exquisiteness, as well as for the six hours after eating them, of which I have only a vague recollection. You see, for the first time in recent memory, I went out to a bar that serves beer in plastic cups. I would venture to guess I was approximately five years older than the average patron. Beer was spilled on my boots, belt and dress several times throughout the evening. Two guys got in a fistfight over Darcey. I danced my little Everythingtarian heart out to some rockin’ 80’s jams. Surprisingly, the men were semi-interested in this old hag (I think it’s my killer dance moves). I drank too much. I laughed a lot. And to top things off in true collegiate style, we ended our night eating macaroni + cheese pizza with drunk college kids at 2am. It. Was. Awesome.
I woke up sore.
I woke up poor.
And I woke up realizing that no matter how old you are, you probably shouldn’t enter a bar with the word “whiskey” in the title.
The worst part is that with a full-time job, one would think I could finance weekend nights out like this. But that would be wrong, wrong, wrong. After the shenanigans of Saturday yore, I now have approximately $8 for groceries, which means it’s time for a PROJECT CLEANOUT.
Here is what I am working with (from l to r)…
- Campbell’s Tomato Soup (x2)
- Pomi tomatoes
- wheat bran
- frozen peas
- almond butter
- Sunshine Breakfast burgers
- baked beans
- frozen corn
For the love of a 26 year old in desperate need of Advil, a nap and a 2nd Mai Tai Cupcake, ideas for what I can do with the ingredients, please?