Last Saturday was Rachel’s birthday. (Rachel is blogless, but is CupcakeGirl on Ravelry). To celebrate, Zona organized a “Ladies Who Lunch” lunch at a yummy creperie in Long Beach with some of our knitterly friends. Aubrey, who abandoned us for Seattle, could not make it, so in her stead, her spirit engaged in the glutonous festivities through Mini Aubrey. Mini Aubrey, selected by Zona’s precocious 5 year old daughter, very much resembled Big Aubrey in the blondness, the elfin roots, and klutziness.
Mini Aubrey had a grand adventure and a great time — I think she had more fun than the rest of us! Oh the debauchery! I don’t envy the hangover that Mini Aubs had the next day.
The Ladies Who Lunch
Mini Aubrey trying to decide what to have for lunch, which was hard because she kept falling over and smacking her face on the table (this was before she drank), and having her first of many soju martinis.
Mini Aubrey had her second drink even before her lunch arrived! She had a wild mushroom and chicken crepe in an herb cream sherry sauce. Mini Aubs was such a lush that she had yet another martini while waiting for her dessert, which was a berry crepe with dark chocolate ganache.
Mini Aubs then helped the birthday girl blow out her candles, but she was so drunk that she fell into some whipped cream. Surprisingly, her very fancy pink Sweet n Low hat, crafted by yours truly, stayed on.
After lunch, we made a rather disappointing detour to an LYS, where the staff did nothing to acknowledge us…Not even “hello”, “if there’s anything you need, please let me know”, or even a nod and smile, when they clearly were not busy. Needless to say, when the staff doesn’t acknowledge your presence, it doens’t really inspire us to want to shop. Feeling a little miffed, we all headed to Zona’s place to do some gabbing, knitting and more drinking. Mini Aubs listened intently to Zona’s man play some lovely Beatles tunes as she knit and drank a very large glass of merlot. We’re surpised that Mini Aubs didn’t fall into her merlot or get tangled horribly in her knitting, as she normally does sans alcohol.
Two of the photos used in this chronicaling of Mini Aubrey’s adventure are courtesy of Zona.