While waiting for the meat to cook, I helped Di light up her ciggie.
Because I'm that type of friend. The type that shows up to barbecues too.
Ed was ridiculously sad that someone didn't show up. I haven't seen a grown man cry like that since the Trail of Tears or when the Lindbergh baby disappear. (And yes, by mentioning these historical moments means I was definitely alive when they occurred.)
So after the onslaught of meat, there was dessert.
That's a strawberry sponge cake to be exact with some complimentary icing. So with an Asian cake, it had to be cut the Asian way: with a camera present and the knife just barely skimming the cake in the photo.
So it was Saturday as usual with me, Di, and Ed as we fell into the obligatory food coma.
Then we woke up and saw Forgetting Sarah Marshall. Judd Apatow = expected hysterics and laugh.
Saturday as usual, for reals.
