shotgun jimmy
So, the Epcot Food & Wine Festival this past weekend was SO MUCH FUN.
I mean, I was tired as fuck by the time last night rolled around (I got a little cranky :/) but it was really fun. Eric and Zuzz went along for the ride and Saturday while I was prepping for Party for the Senses they went around the whole park to try all the foods and stuff.
If you guys don't know what it's about and you are a food lover, you should really check it out. It was fucking sweet.
Anyways, so I get there in my rental awesome thursday night and get to my room where there is a packet with my name on it waiting with a sweet ass room and view. $400/night room all to myself! So, anyway. I open the packet and find 3 complimentary park hopper tickets (roughly $75ea), a personalized itinerary for MEEEE, $200 Disney giftcard (didn't pay for virtually anything all weekend), and info about the weekend. I should have gotten an embroidered jacket, but I was last minute so they couldnt get me one. :( But hey, I've got a memory. :) anyway, I meet up with Gian after he gets in from providence and we talk about friday for prep. Get in there Friday morning and stay until 6 or so. Get back to the hotel and Zuzz and Eric arent there yet. I change for the dinner reception for the pre-party thing and get drunk off Dom Peringon (quite riduclously and ungracefully). Had a fucking blast, though. Walked around Epcot to see the firework show and buy thins I'll never wear, then got back to the hotel around 10. Zuzz and Eric had ordered room service and I passed out. [[I'm sorry, honey.]]
Saturday morning I was in at 830 for more prep for the Party for the Senses that night. I BAKED MY BODY WEIGHT IN TULIP COOKIES FOR 7 HOURS. The party was for 1200 so I was fucking dead after that. And for those of you who don't know what that entails--just know it is fucking tedious and aggravating and I hate tulip cookies forever. But, Gian and I got everything done and the event started at 6:30. We transported all our shit over there on our one tabel, commendeered 3 other tables and a cooler, and finished our plating.
We had a student assistant (an extern for Disney) from the CIA and I laughed in all its irony. Because he was definitely working under/FOR me. A JWU student. Ha.
Anyways, he was a nice boy, though. The other helper (a disney employee) was an idiot and he didnt know shit. He was a Le Cordon Bleu graduate, and that didn't surprise me for fucking anything. That's like being a FCI graduate. except, believe it or not, worse.
Anyways, Gian and I were ballers the whole night and we got more that a handful of compliments saying that our dessert was the best on the entire floor.
Just to picture how big this party was let me tell you:
Cirque Du Soleil was preforming live in the middle of the party all night and admission was $200 a head. The wines being served were top shelf and it was coat and tie.
SHIT WAS CRAZY.
So much fun, but really really tiring.
Walked home with Gian after the event with a hot (stolen) PFS wine glass (highly coveted!) and happy as a fucking clam. Got back to the hotel, dragged eric to downtown disney to only to eat at Planet Hollywood (which fucking sucks). But I loved going out with him. =3
Eric told me all about the time zuzz and him had while i was working the event at the festival (not paying for tickets or food! they had my free tix and giftcard!) and we talked about going back so I could enjoy it sunday.
Well, turns out Gian didn't want his tix because he lives in Providence now and wasnt going to use them, so we got 3 MORE complimentary tickets and went again for FREE. We still had money left on the gift cards so we ate for free again TOO!
My weekend was fucking faboo.
I'm not going to lieeeee.
Right no I'm at school though, just finished pwning a bio exam and about to pick up some disposable camera pictures from this weekend.
I'm hella busy with school and social things, but motherfuckyeah I'm having fun.
and I love Eric so fucking much I hate when I'm without him. I need to start stressing LESS so I can concentrate on the things that truly matter and make me happy. I'm trying, baby. Stick with me, I'm getting better.
FIN!
I mean, I was tired as fuck by the time last night rolled around (I got a little cranky :/) but it was really fun. Eric and Zuzz went along for the ride and Saturday while I was prepping for Party for the Senses they went around the whole park to try all the foods and stuff.
If you guys don't know what it's about and you are a food lover, you should really check it out. It was fucking sweet.
Anyways, so I get there in my rental awesome thursday night and get to my room where there is a packet with my name on it waiting with a sweet ass room and view. $400/night room all to myself! So, anyway. I open the packet and find 3 complimentary park hopper tickets (roughly $75ea), a personalized itinerary for MEEEE, $200 Disney giftcard (didn't pay for virtually anything all weekend), and info about the weekend. I should have gotten an embroidered jacket, but I was last minute so they couldnt get me one. :( But hey, I've got a memory. :) anyway, I meet up with Gian after he gets in from providence and we talk about friday for prep. Get in there Friday morning and stay until 6 or so. Get back to the hotel and Zuzz and Eric arent there yet. I change for the dinner reception for the pre-party thing and get drunk off Dom Peringon (quite riduclously and ungracefully). Had a fucking blast, though. Walked around Epcot to see the firework show and buy thins I'll never wear, then got back to the hotel around 10. Zuzz and Eric had ordered room service and I passed out. [[I'm sorry, honey.]]
Saturday morning I was in at 830 for more prep for the Party for the Senses that night. I BAKED MY BODY WEIGHT IN TULIP COOKIES FOR 7 HOURS. The party was for 1200 so I was fucking dead after that. And for those of you who don't know what that entails--just know it is fucking tedious and aggravating and I hate tulip cookies forever. But, Gian and I got everything done and the event started at 6:30. We transported all our shit over there on our one tabel, commendeered 3 other tables and a cooler, and finished our plating.
We had a student assistant (an extern for Disney) from the CIA and I laughed in all its irony. Because he was definitely working under/FOR me. A JWU student. Ha.
Anyways, he was a nice boy, though. The other helper (a disney employee) was an idiot and he didnt know shit. He was a Le Cordon Bleu graduate, and that didn't surprise me for fucking anything. That's like being a FCI graduate. except, believe it or not, worse.
Anyways, Gian and I were ballers the whole night and we got more that a handful of compliments saying that our dessert was the best on the entire floor.
Just to picture how big this party was let me tell you:
Cirque Du Soleil was preforming live in the middle of the party all night and admission was $200 a head. The wines being served were top shelf and it was coat and tie.
SHIT WAS CRAZY.
So much fun, but really really tiring.
Walked home with Gian after the event with a hot (stolen) PFS wine glass (highly coveted!) and happy as a fucking clam. Got back to the hotel, dragged eric to downtown disney to only to eat at Planet Hollywood (which fucking sucks). But I loved going out with him. =3
Eric told me all about the time zuzz and him had while i was working the event at the festival (not paying for tickets or food! they had my free tix and giftcard!) and we talked about going back so I could enjoy it sunday.
Well, turns out Gian didn't want his tix because he lives in Providence now and wasnt going to use them, so we got 3 MORE complimentary tickets and went again for FREE. We still had money left on the gift cards so we ate for free again TOO!
My weekend was fucking faboo.
I'm not going to lieeeee.
Right no I'm at school though, just finished pwning a bio exam and about to pick up some disposable camera pictures from this weekend.
I'm hella busy with school and social things, but motherfuckyeah I'm having fun.
and I love Eric so fucking much I hate when I'm without him. I need to start stressing LESS so I can concentrate on the things that truly matter and make me happy. I'm trying, baby. Stick with me, I'm getting better.
FIN!