Ham and Cross Cake

Willy D, Me and Vince


I have noticed that my blogs revolve around my weekends. It's almost a little sad that all the great and fun things in my life seem to happen in only two days of the week. Damn work!!! I am very grateful though, that I do have my weekends to enjoy. I am even more grateful that my weekends always seem to be filled with happiness and joy.

This weekend was a 4 day weekend for me. God bless the 4 day weekend. Good Friday was the day that made this one a long one. I took off Thursday. Friday morning, Fernando and I headed to Atlantic City. My dear friend Maggie has a house there and had offered for us to stay there for the night. Fernando and I gambled in the casinos (no win). We headed back to the house for popcorn and a movie. The next day, we decided to take a walk on the boardwalk, then gamble a little more. We went to the roulette table and he bet on my birthday - it hit twice for him and he made some bank. Technically, it hit three times, but he didn't bet on it again. That'll show him. You got to bet on ME BABY!!

Also, I have a great picture from that day. We headed to Hooters for some wings (I love their wings) and some cheesy camera guy came around and took our picture and made it into a key chain. I'm a sucker. I bought it. It was such a cute picture of the two of us. Too bad I can't scan the keychain for my blog.

Sunday was Easter. Fernando and I decided to make Easter an easter dinner ham. We invited his two Jewish friends (Vince and Willy D) over to dine with us. I know, I know, Jews aren't supposed to eat ham. But it was ok - these two aren't that strict. So, just to be funny, I decided to turn the cake I was making for dessert into the shape of a cross. Fernando and I decorated it - put peeps on the outside with toothpick swords guarding the cross that said "He is Risen". We thought that his Jewish friends would enjoy the effort. Fernando and I conspired to tell them that I worked really hard on the cake and was so proud of it, and that they were not to laugh when I brought it out.

I can't remember a dinner get-together as fun as this one for quite some time. We all had a few glasses of wine, chatted it up, joked about silly and stupid things, and just had a good time. The wine induced buzz caused me to want to prove to Vince that I don't hit like a girl. Vince is into Kung Fu so I thought he would be the right one to show - this was all while I was wearing the Tiara (see last blog). Also, I do believe that I trapped Vince in conversation for an abnormally long period of time - the most of which I spent confessing to him how much I adore and love his friend Fernando. Then, later in the evening, laughing too hard at something I happened to hit my face on the wine glass and gave myself a nosebleed. Always a nice touch at a dinner party. You can't say it wasn't fun or memorable.


Me and Fernando