It's Me, Sara Louise

Day two of my birthweek (Friday) I made Philly Cheese Steaks for dinner and went to Boyfriend’s Brother’s house to see the four week old puppy, Mika (named after the chocolate not the singer). This brings the number of dogs he has to four, oh wait oops, another puppy was born on Sunday, so five now, five dogs for Boyfriend’s Brother. Lunatic.

Mika the jack russell is teeny tiny, black all over with a little tan snout, and paws, and two tan patches over her eyes that make her look like a bandit, just like her older brother Leo. She has this funny sideways waddle slide walk she does. And when she gets scared, she backs up like she’s moon walking. (Holy Madonna! Maybe she’s MJ reincarnated?! Now wouldn’t that be amazing?).

OK Friday night wasn’t all that exciting but I wanted to share the easy Philly Cheese Steak recipe with you and tell you that the reincarnation of MJ is living right here in Le Petit Village. Spread the word.

If any of you are rugby fans you know that the Six Nations kicked off on Birthweek Day 3 (Saturday). The Boyfriend and I are all about the rugby.

Plans for Saturday; watch Ireland vs Italy followed by England vs Wales, all the while relaxing and slowly getting ready to go out for my birthweek dinner party. This means giving myself a manicure while throwing back Heinekens, shouting at the television, with huge velcro rollers in my hair. Quite a sight I assure you. I made one simple request to The Boyfriend, no visitors. It’s my birthweek after all and I reserve the right to sit in my huge velcro rollers and shout abuse at the television in peace.

Naturally, about twenty minutes into the Ireland match The Boyfriend takes a phone call and lets me know that his friend G is on his way over.

Whenever a ‘miscommunication’ like this occurs, The Boyfriend blames it on my lack of French and his lack of English. I blame it on his lack of estrogen and abundance of testosterone.

I huffed and puffed and stomped upstairs to remove the rollers so I didn’t look like some deranged housewife. Good thing because since G’s car was outside for all of Le Petit Village to see, Honey Jr came over followed by M and her fiance. Happy camper I was not as I scrambled around delivering beers, and refilling snack bowls.

Somehow between rooting for Wales to beat England (they didn’t) and playing barmaid, I managed to get ready, looking pretty swish I might add in these..

8pm rolled around and with the addition of Boyfriend’s Brother and his girlfriend (OMG, who was watching little MJ???), we headed to a Chinese restaurant in Apt. I love Chinese food and am happy to have found this place because The Boyfriend took me to a Chinese restaurant in Manosque once, and it was so bad, I swear I was being punished for something.

(Bonus of dining Chinese style with The Boyfriend; watching his less than skilled use of chopsticks. Never wanting to surrender and use a fork, he usually ends up spearing the food or using his fingers, and of course, getting food everywhere. Priceless.)

We ate ate and ate and had plenty of these…

Followed by some sake.

And this is very naughty.

Apparently all the Chinese restaurants here have these little sake glasses with a naughty surprise at the bottom, naked people, and I mean nekkid! Like full on, full frontal nudity naked. I’d show you a photo (of course I took one, all the beer and sake meant any embarrassment went bye bye and maybe one found it’s way into my purse too… shhh) but Le Petit Village is a PG-13 kind of place, so no photo for you.

But can you believe it?

Naked people at the bottom of your sake glass.

A very happy birthweek to me.