I had lunch today at the VIP Room with a group of ladies from my department. It was a nice chance to visit and catch-up. Time gets away from you once the semester starts and here we are already a month into the semester.
I love the VIP Room. The food is fabulous and I love the way their menu varies daily. I have been there only a half-dozen times in my time in North Dakota, but each time I go I think to myself that I need to get there more often. Alas, time for social lunches seems to have (for the most part) evaporated from my schedule. In case you have not been there, the VIP Room is on the lower level of the Block Six building which is, in-and-of-itself, a stunning building (see http://www.fargo-vip-room.com/). If you haven’t been there yet you really should go – the prices are reasonable, the service is excellent and I promise you will not be disappointed.
Presently they have a fabulous quilt display at the VIP – if you are a quilt fan you won’t want to miss the artwork. As a woman who is grateful to be able to sew a hem, all I could do is sit back and marvel at the intricacy of the work. It takes some special kind of patience to quilt which God did not give me.
So we had a lovely lunch and the whole table shared two desserts (which, in case you don’t know, you do not add to your calorie count as that which is shared so complicates the calorie math that the universe makes it a freebie – it’s true…I read it somewhere). One of the desserts we shared was B.T.S. cake. I didn’t know what that was so I felt compelled to quiz the waiter. The waiter was such a nice fellow that of course he immediately clarified that B.T.S. cake stands for "Better Than Sex" cake. Well, I found that to be quite a claim so I asked the nice man to provide his definition of sex (after all, the cake was making a statement that needed to be measured). He wasn’t quite sure what to do with that question and my colleagues felt the need to save him and send him on his way before I could get any answers. Well, the cake was pretty darn yummy, but I am not sure it lived up to its advertisement. Of course, I only had one sixth of it. If I had an entire piece my view might have been different. I will say this, it was definitely better than vacuuming, watching T.V., cooking, talking on the phone, and a whole list of other things – but sex, well…I’ll have to reserve judgment on that until I have the opportunity to eat a whole piece.
Day two hundred and twenty two of the new forty – obla di obla da