I went to a fancy kitchen gadgets party last night. It was as thrilling as it sounds.
I went because it was hosted by one of my closest friends whose mother is hosting a series of these parties to earn enough points to take her sister to Disneyland, not because I'm interested in spending $20 on a device used solely for wedging fresh pineapple. (No really, there is such a thing. Who wants to spend $20 on something they'll use once or twice a year? I guess people who have big enough kitchens to store a fresh pineapple wedger that is 9 inches in diameter are the kind of people who can afford to spend $20 on it.)
I wasn't planning to buy anything (in fact, I grounded myself from spending any money) but I ended up ordering a mini-serving spatula (in my defence, my mom has one and it's the perfect size for getting brownies out of the pan) and a small measuring cup for measuring teaspoons and tablespoons (I have no excuse for this one. I have a set of very nice measuring spoons and a set of back-up measuring spoons for when the other set is dirty.) I only spent $20 though, so I'm not too angry at myself.
I am angry, however, that I didn't watch my wine intake. My head is very hurty this morning. This is bad considering the fact that this is an extremely busy week at work. My boss leaves at the end of the week for a month so we're all a bit crazypants. Or in my case, crazypants + hungover.