Beer, salad, and mango martinis.

Last night Leslie spent her farewell dinner with me and a few other friends. Leslie and I split a pitcher of raspberry beer and a chicken salad to top off the delicious martinis we downed earlier before watching "He's Just Not That Into You." It was a rather glorious (though bittersweet) way to spend an evening.

At the end of our dinner Leslie was coaxed into writing her number at the top of her bill with a sly "Call me!" meant for the dreamy waiter we had all evening. And today he called her! It's very exciting for us to discover that this method of capturing boys actually works so I'm sure we will be adopting it in the future as well. Apparently we are hanging out with said waiter next weekend when Leslie comes back into town. Maybe I'll try the bill method when we go out that night. Why the heck not?

Last night we also came up with the brilliant idea of selling cupcakes filled with liquor. Situation: It's closing time, and you are kicked out of your favorite bar hungering for a tasty snack and a bit more booze. Where do you go? Drunkcakes! Or some other fabulously named bakery. Awesome, huh? Actually, after searching google I have discovered that boozy cupcakes are actually already a thing that people make, but I'm still totally going to jump on the bandwagon. I want to make some Irish car bomb cupcakes. Oh my gosh. St. Paddy's Day is coming up soon.