Monday, June 13, 2005
own it
I went to my local Stop & Shop today to pick up some ingredients for brownie cheesecake (momma spo style). I am going to an engagement party on Thursday, and offered to bring dessert. Why would you do that SPO? Well, because brownie cheesecake has not touched my deserved lips in over 2 years. This is not something I can make for home consumption like cookies, brownies or love. Each piece is the caloric equivalent of Daniel Baldwin's head. The second to last time I made it was when a pretty friend threw an engagement party for me. I didn't make it because I wanted to help celebrate my engagement; I simply wanted to eat brownie cheesecake. A few months after that party I received a request from a different pretty friend to make it for her birthday. I happily delivered on that request because again, I wanted to eat brownie cheesecake.
Normally when invited to a party hosted at a residence, I ask if there is anything I can bring, knowing/hoping that I'll get that clever answer 'just yourself' and do just that. This time I did not even ask, I simply told. "I am bringing brownie cheesecake. -spo" That was my RSVP. I have no idea where the guest of honor is registered; I just want to eat a piece of the mother fucking brownie cheesecake.
Anyway, the point of this story is that the check out lady at the Stop & Shop was a little person and her nametag said "Lil Kathy." That’s what I call owning it.
Normally when invited to a party hosted at a residence, I ask if there is anything I can bring, knowing/hoping that I'll get that clever answer 'just yourself' and do just that. This time I did not even ask, I simply told. "I am bringing brownie cheesecake. -spo" That was my RSVP. I have no idea where the guest of honor is registered; I just want to eat a piece of the mother fucking brownie cheesecake.
Anyway, the point of this story is that the check out lady at the Stop & Shop was a little person and her nametag said "Lil Kathy." That’s what I call owning it.
