10 Year Reunion Part 1

So, the big 10 year reunion was last night and it's still too early for me to post anything about it. Mostly because I'm still formulating my conclusions regarding the event. Basically, the same cliques still clicked...and I could be a bit guilty of that, too.

One of my favorite parts of the reunion was the buying of new clothes, which led me to out-of -town shopping, which led me to the Cheesecake Factory!

I had a very light dinner at the Cheesecake Factory (1/2 of a grilled eggplant sandwich, which was "delish," btw) so that I could savor, honor and treasure "Stefanie's Ultimate Red Velvet Cheesecake." People...this dessert...WOW! I'm sorry, in advance, for this next analogy; but, in order for you to understand the wonderfulness of this cheesecake, I have to go there. If food, or dessert, could give you an orgasm my friends, *gasp* this cheesecake would do it for ya.

I took small bites, ate it very slowly, tasted and savored every flavor involved in this wonderful creation and then I foolishly went to try on clothes...after consuming probably 600 calories of cheesecake. *another gasp* Maybe that's why food doesn't give you orgasms...because we'd all get way too fat!

So, our next stop was "Victoria's Secret," where we got accosted right as we walked through the door by a perky 18 year old trying to measure our bust lines in front of the whole mall! I told her no thank you and preceded to go back to the dressing room to have my bust line measured! This was interesting. This was interesting because the highly crafted Victoria's Secret employee informed me that I was a D cup! Now, if you know anything about bust sizes, then you know that women who wear D cups are quite endowed. If you know me, you know I'm not...quite endowed...in that area.

This instance at Victoria's Secret is where I wish that connection between my brain and my mouth worked a little bit better because I exclaimed and scoffed, a little loudly, after she told me that I was a D cup, "WHAT?!?! NOOOooooo...NNNOOOOoooooo!" Yep, long, drawn-out, "no's", is what I told her, accidentally offending her bust line knowledge.

It must have been that Stefanie's Ultimate Red Velvet cheesecake...went right to the busts!