"Do you want to go to a Chocolate Party?"- mom
"Is that a real question" -me
"There will be Chocolate Martini's"- mom
"You had me at Chocolate"
This was how this fateful day started. I'd go anywhere if I was promised Chocolate.
"Hey Siobhan do you want to go to New Jersey.... I'll give you chocolate"
"Yes"
"Siobhan do you want to do Jury Duty.... I'll give you chocolate"
"Yes"
wait I need to rephrase this, I'll go anywhere there is free food. I call this college survival skills. When you have been eating ramen for a few weeks you will go where there is free food.
Anyway, back to the story my mother and I are attending a Chocolate Party, I don't have to tell you how awesome a Chocolate Party sounds. I had in my head fountains and strawberries and mousse basically heaven. So we get dressed and head out to the party, I wore my big dress so I could have a chocolate baby and no one would notice. When we arrive we are greeted by a woman with two very very tiny dixie cups.
"Chocolate Martini's ladies?"
the woman handed us the tiny tiny dixie cups and walked off....
My mom and I looked at each other, a mutual agreement made only through the eyes that this is not at all what we were hoping for. We all sat down and the presentation began. It was miserable this horrible woman was demonstrating how to make all sorts of chocolate treats but not letting anyone try them. Legitimate torture. Sometime throughout the tempting demonstrations, a tiny cup of cupcake vodka came around, for everyone to try.
"Did you finish that?"
"What?"
"EVERYONE was sharing that"
"Well shit"
The presentation continued. It was like putting a starving man in a room with a steak and not letting him eat it.... but it was putting white women in a room with chocolate and not sharing. AND you had to buy shit. Not only was this mean but they were going to torture me out of my money. Finally the presentation was over and they give us a tiny plate in order to try the tiny snacks... it wasn't okay.
While everyone was chatting and purchasing, I looked up a recipe for chocolate martini's, shockingly simple and absolutely delicious.
"how about we go buy stuff and make our own chocolate martini's?"
"lets go"
So home my mother and I went with our martini's and bad moods to fix the day... we spent the afternoon sipping on heaven and watching girl movies.... My poor father sat in his chair.... babysitting us.
"Hey Siobhan do you want to go to New Jersey.... I'll give you chocolate"
"Yes"
"Siobhan do you want to do Jury Duty.... I'll give you chocolate"
"Yes"
wait I need to rephrase this, I'll go anywhere there is free food. I call this college survival skills. When you have been eating ramen for a few weeks you will go where there is free food.
Anyway, back to the story my mother and I are attending a Chocolate Party, I don't have to tell you how awesome a Chocolate Party sounds. I had in my head fountains and strawberries and mousse basically heaven. So we get dressed and head out to the party, I wore my big dress so I could have a chocolate baby and no one would notice. When we arrive we are greeted by a woman with two very very tiny dixie cups.
"Chocolate Martini's ladies?"
the woman handed us the tiny tiny dixie cups and walked off....
My mom and I looked at each other, a mutual agreement made only through the eyes that this is not at all what we were hoping for. We all sat down and the presentation began. It was miserable this horrible woman was demonstrating how to make all sorts of chocolate treats but not letting anyone try them. Legitimate torture. Sometime throughout the tempting demonstrations, a tiny cup of cupcake vodka came around, for everyone to try.
"Did you finish that?"
"What?"
"EVERYONE was sharing that"
"Well shit"
The presentation continued. It was like putting a starving man in a room with a steak and not letting him eat it.... but it was putting white women in a room with chocolate and not sharing. AND you had to buy shit. Not only was this mean but they were going to torture me out of my money. Finally the presentation was over and they give us a tiny plate in order to try the tiny snacks... it wasn't okay.
While everyone was chatting and purchasing, I looked up a recipe for chocolate martini's, shockingly simple and absolutely delicious.
"how about we go buy stuff and make our own chocolate martini's?"
"lets go"
So home my mother and I went with our martini's and bad moods to fix the day... we spent the afternoon sipping on heaven and watching girl movies.... My poor father sat in his chair.... babysitting us.
