First and foremost, I went to Hobart… So it’s not like I was even thinking about an Ivy League education… Growing up, however, it was my parents dream.
I think they just wanted to put a “Harvard” sticker on the back of the car (as non-Ivy University’s weren’t acceptable to brag about), make sure that all my private school education was well-worth the tuition and rest- assured knowing that I would make a lot of loot and marry either a fellow Korean or a smart white guy with yellow-fever.
And I can totally understand where they were coming from… However, I’m glad I didn’t go to an Ivy-league school. If I had, I probably would not have ROCKED OUT Celebrity over the weekend.
On Saturday I found myself in Millbrook, New York at a party full of married people whose common denominator was that all the husbands belonged to the same club in NYC…. I was the odd-woman out in so many ways but didn’t care as there were fun people, good food, fantastic booze and was being hosted by two of my favorite people. I mean, this is precisely the reason why I FULL ON weasled an invitation.. duh!
After day-drinking and feasting we wound up in front of the fire, itching to play a game. We ended up with Celebrity.
For those of you who don’t know how to play Celebrity it’s quite easy. You split up into two groups. Each group puts in names of celebrities for the other to guess.
Round One: You can give as many clues as to who the person is. Once your teammates have guessed correctly you pass the hat so the next team member can give clues. Each team has one minute to guess as many names as possible.
Round Two: Once all the names in the hat have been guessed, the same names are passed around. This time the person can only give a one-word clue.
Round Three: Once all the names have been guessed with a one-word clue, you must act out the person’s name. NO WORDS.
All-in-all the game is quite fun and entertaining.. and if you, like me, know about pop-culture you’ll do quite well. The other team had two Columbia and two Harvard guys… they sucked. They didn’t even know who Scott Disick was. At one point, our entire team smoked a funny smelling cigarette and we still beat those guys…
When it comes to drinking games those Ive-league educations aren’t always the best.
Thursday
BREAKFAST: Fage with Strawberry and Sunflower Seeds
LUNCH: Salad and Taco Truck
DINNER: Feast at Lavo avec Mandy and Brooker… The fact that I had to have a smoke apres dinner is testament to how much I ate.. GROSS slash so yum.
Complimentary garlic bread and sauce at LAVO
LAVO's tomato and mozzarella.. It was delicious.
So glad Brooker recommended that we all share one of Lavo's famous meatballs. This one was the ricotta one and it was OUT OF THIS WORLD.
I tried to pretend I was being skinny by ordering the Chillean Sea Bass...Mind you it came with Portobello Crisps and in a Butter Sauce.
Before I ordered, Mandy suggested I go with the Chicken Marsala... I told her that I never have food envy and am usually spot on with ordering.. I was totes missed and should've listened to Mandy.... Also, Brooker had the Chicken Parmesean which looked amazing but wasn't really a photo ready type of meal...
The Bread Pudding was not my favorite as it really should be paired with ice-cream and the ice-cream had an orange flavor which isn't my cup of tea... Basically Lavo did me and my calorie intake a slight favor here.
The Oreo Zeppole (ie: deep fried oreo).... dead effing good.
Friday
BREAKFAST: Fage with Strawberry
LUNCH: Kale Salad and Trader Joe’s Wild Mushroom and Truffle Oil Pizza
DINNER: A samosa from WholeFoods.
Saturday
BREAKFAST: Maple-Bacon Scone
LUNCH: Nothing
DINNER: Deviled Eggs, Fromage, Caviar Pie and Lamb Shishkebob’s with the most amazing corn with brown butter and raddicho, Lamb Tacos.
LATE NIGHT: Second Caviar Pie
Sunday
BREAKFAST: Quiche and Maple Sausage
LUNCH: Caracas
DINNER: Chicken in a garlic soy sauce and rice. I tried to make a recipe up and failed miserably. I also made two gluten free quiche’s.
