Random Cream: Last night I ate a piece of Ed’s birthday cake at my desk. Later, I saw some white goo on my keyboard and thought it was icing from the cake, so I wiped it up with my finger and stuck it in my mouth. It wasn’t icing – it was moisturizer.

No Pants: When I wear skirts to work, I generally wear jeans underneath for my scooter ride in. Not only does this look completely awesome; it also provides some measure of safety when the inevitable happens. I’d like to keep as much of my skin as possible in case of an accident, so I layer up before I ride. On Tuesday I was running late and completely forgot my pants to wear under my skirt – which, unfortunately, was a smidge shorter than the length needed to make for easy scooter cruising. I made it to work okay, but the wind picked up in the afternoon and I had to ask Ed to swap me vehicles for the ride home.

Last night’s Birthday Meat Fest was a messy good time. Most of us had never been to the BBQ house before, and were in for more meat than any of us had seen served at one table. Ed thoroughly enjoyed his Memphis Feast, and I did what I could with my rib thingies. Truth be told, I’m not a huge fan of BBQ. I have issues with messy hands and grease, and I can’t eat meat off a bone to save my life. I never order and very rarely partake in chicken wings for this very reason – I usually end up wasting far more than I’m able to pick off the bone in question. Messy, greasy, squishy meat literally turns my stomach, as I’ve unfortunately spent the last 15 hours discovering. Everyone else had an excellent time though, so next time I know to just order things without bones and try not to think too hard about it all.

Tonight we are going to a soiree at Miranda and Reilly’s place, and tomorrow I believe we are crossing the wooden rolly coaster off our list as well as popping Josh and Shan’s Richmond Night Market cherry. Mojitos, a rickety midway and meat on a stick? We’re in for an excellent 48 hours.