Three is my lucky number.
It never lets me down.
People will refute my allegiance to this number and say, “Didn’t you know bad things happen in threes?”
And to that I respond, “When I was living in Thailand, I simultaneously broke up with my first long-term boyfriend; got the worst case of bed bugs known to man; and went under anesthesia to have surgery on an infected sebaceous cyst and the doctor cut a nerve too deep, which consequently resulted in me suffering minor facial paralysis…all in the course of two weeks.”
In other words, yes. I did know that.
But, didn’t you also know good things happen in threes?
Take for instance June 8, 2010.
On this night, as I type this very sentence, Sissy Everythingtarian #3 is walking across the stage and receiving her high school diploma…
I really hope she air guitared it across the stage in celebration. I am SO proud of you Kendra!
In addition, it is also the 26th year of celebrating the birth of my one and only Meggy Moo…
She’s more commonly known as one of my best friends Megan (or soulmate or other half or life partner) and deserves a gold star for putting up with the crazy mess that is me. Happy birthday Creme Brulee!
Last, but most certainly not least, I got to celebrate another birthday today for this lovely gent…
He’s my co-worker; he’s my 1/2-Mary partner-in-crime; he’s the man behind the camera of my VLOGs; he’s my personal chauffeur to the airport tomorrow morning; but most importantly, he’s my friend Brett.
His real birthday may not be until Friday, but tonight was the night to celebrate his twenty-something years of life on this planet at one of Madison’s signature restaurants: Bluephies.
It all started with a seemingly innocent-looking glass of white wine sangria.
And here it is a mere 60 seconds later…
I may or may not have been light-headed two sips in. Call me G’ma Everythingtarian…I’m okay with it.
Bluephies serves the most amazing white rolls with sundried tomato + kalamata olive butter. In case you didn’t know, I HATE olives with a burning, don’t-complicate-your-order-or-I’ll-cut-you-and-call-securrrity kind of passion.
But this buttah? AMAZING.
How fabulous is this modern, funky decor? I loves.
More than that, how fabulous are those party habits? I really loves.
When my sweet potato corn chowder was served, I was ready to slurp it right up…
…and slurp I did.
But not by itself, no siree.
A mandatory plate of sweet potato fries were most definitely in order…
They were served with the most delectable side of chipotle mayo (I think?). Whatever it was, it was amazing. I would have licked that small metal container clean had it not been for the other nine people present at the table. I’m okay with embarrassing myself in public, but for the sake of keeping the few friends I have, I must draw the line somewhere.
I got home at 9:14pm this evening.
I realized I had only 10 more hours until my plane leaves for Canada in the morning.
And then I panicked.
I haven’t packed.
I haven’t finished my writing assignment.
I haven’t cleaned my apartment.
But damn it, I HAVE organized my snack stash for Banff!
And I AM blogging right now!
Did you know important things also come in threes? Snack packing, blogging and drinking coffee.
Check, check and check.
I told you three is my lucky number.