little bitty girl

This morning I was awakened by my phone ringing at 11:00 am.

"Oh gawd! Don't you believe in sleeping in?"

"Get up. I am picking you up in 10 minutes."

"What? Let me go in the shower."

"No shower! Get dressed. I am coming now."

That Jill. She may be little but she can sure crack the whip when she needs to. Sure enough, she was outside my building in 10 minutes and off we went to a great little brunch place called Maggie's. From the outside, it didn't look like much of a restaurant but the place was hoping and busy with a line up outside. The eggs benedict? Picture two perfectly cooked eggs benedict atop peameal bacon and toasted English muffins. Gypsy sauce (tomato, garlic, fresh basil) on the side with some fresh fruit. Divine!

We then decided that we would get over our costume shopping for a Halloween party next week while the boys were away. I must say that I've never been a big Halloween fan. We didn't celebrate it in Asia and in fact my mama still thinks it's weird that people dress up and ask for candy. My parents buy candy for the neighbours to give out and go out for the night.

But the couple hosting the party are very strict about having costumes. No costume means no admittance. I think usually when girls are given the opportunity to dress up, they usually pick something sexy - dominatrix, cowgirls etc. Jill and I picked the most hideous random outfits. When we first got to Value Village, we were simply overwhelmed by how much stuff we had to dig through.

My costume was inspired by a pair of dirty beige cork wedge sandals. Crack whore is what I am to be next week. Never in my life would I have imagined having the need to google what crack whores look like. Jill did most of the picking of my outfit. She assured me that it needed to look haphazard, mismatched and most importantly dirty. I still can't really picture how I am supposed to put it all together but we're both going to do some research this week even if it means driving to shadier parts of the city to check out the real deal.

As for Stefan's outfit? I think I am going to have a tough time forcing him to wear it because he's so straight. It's really hilarious and all I can tell you is parrot green pleated pants. Jill and I spent most of the time pissing our pants with laughter. I'll keep you posted as to how this all pans out.