My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

So as some of you know, I went to a co-worker’s party last night. There was hot tubbing involved. Yes, a hot tubbing party in the middle of winter. Only in LA. Party was a fun, nice mix of people rather than a lawyer-intensive affair, which has been the norm for me recently. There was food galore, a small, contained fire in the backyard to roast marshmallows for s’mores, and alcoholic drinks freely flowing. And in an odd twist of events, the combination of an open flame and obscene amounts of alcohol did not result in any hilarious hijinks. Although there may have been some nudity in the hot tub. I can neither confirm nor deny the rumors (but y’all may be relieved to know that I, myself, remained fully clothed).

Hot tubbing aside, had a productive and educational weekend. A little bit of shopping at The Grove. Saw the sequel to Bridget Jones with my new-found friend (who had the misfortune of being seated next to me on a flight to New York a few months ago and hasn’t been able to shake me since). By the way, I agree with the critics, regardless of the movie’s ostensible message, the real message is that fat is unattractive. Met with one of my best friends from high school for brunch at the Grand Lux Cafe. Yum. Finally got Tobe Too washed. It turns out you can only skip washing a car for about two months before you’re unable to see out of the windows. Also learned never to get into the cash only line at a grocery store unless you know (a) exactly how much cash you have on hand and (b) exactly how much your groceries are going to cost. Otherwise, it’s a nerve wracking, nail biting (Hey, let go. Ouch, that hurts!), thoroughly unpleasant experience.