big girl at a boil
Over a month ago we had dinner with some new, super-foodie-friends met by Marc at the Whole Hog class and at the time they mentioned their famous crawfish boil and that this year it was at the end of April and we had to be there. This invitation was extended over an evening of really good thin-crust pizzas served straight-up on their butcher-block dining table. As tempting as it sounded to come back over for a party filled with new friends and freshly boiled crustaceans, I knew that I would be quite large at the time, and we gave a polite - send the invite and we’ll see if we can make it reply.
We got the invite and after hemming and haaing all week about having to do things like get dressed, brush hair, put on makeup - things that have fallen by the wayside most days - ESPECIALLY weekends, we decided to go. I put on my going-out outfit - there are really only two or three and consist of all black. The fact that the belly shots reveal me in almost exclusively black clothing is not an artistic decision for the photos - that’s all I choose to wear these days. It’s just that any other colored shirt makes me feel as though I’m wrapped in neon - and not just the 80’s invented color palette - real glowing neon. But, after putting on my funeral-best, I decided that all black was too New York for an outdoor party that started at 6pm in Austin, TX. So, I added a flowy girlie shirt that made me immediately look and feel SO MUCH MORE pregnant than I am - but, I persevered. We had a great time, met some great people, ate great food, and caused at least one domestic dispute (details tomorrow).
Listening: New Pornographers
