Filet Mignon

This may be a first. I am not sure how to present this report. After all, I experienced one whirlwind of a weekend. With two of my closest friends tying the knot, I am bubbling with excitement, joy, and happiness. However, as a result of my giddiness, my head is not screwed on quite right. In the past 72 hours I have undergone intense beautification and averted several wedding related crisis all in the name of love. I was painted, polished, dried, curled, dressed, perfumed, bedazzled, and plucked in order to fulfill my duties of walking without tripping, smiling, looking good, and holding 10 layers of white fabric so the bride could pee properly. What an adventure.

The wedding was an absolute dream. Two love birds become man and wife, and I ordered steak for dinner. After munching on veggies and different varieties of salad for most of the weekend, I could not contain my excitement for beef. And not just any beef, but filet mignon. Yes, tender, juicy, filet mignon with whipped garlic potatoes and grilled vegetables on the side. my meal might as well be served on a heavenly cloud. In order to prepare for this angelic feast, I consumed hardly anything during the day. A little cup of yogurt, a few bites of fruit, several glasses of water, but nothing of substance. I needed to save room.

After a few toasts of celebratory champagne, I needed a meal more than ever. But being my stubborn self, I only nibbled on my broccoli cheddar soup and caesar salad. I knew my coveted steak would arrive shortly. When my plate was finally placed in front of me, I could have squealed with delight. My steak was perfect. Tender, juicy, melt in your mouth fantastic! I savored my meal, eating slowly, and making it last. In between my bites the celebration continued with pictures and more toasts of wine and champagne. By the time I had eaten a fourth of my meal, it was time to cut the cake.

Anxious to see my friends slice their love dessert, I left my plate and ventured into the lobby. After witnessing a rather clean cake cutting, I stole a frosted cupcake, and returned to my place setting. However, when I arrived, my spot wad clean. There was no trace of my precious filet mignon. The waiters had cleared my plate. By this point in the evening, the beverages were bubbling in my head and causing quite the ache. Saddened by my loss, I scarfed my mediocre cupcake and sulked. I am still rather upset about unfortunate incident. I am not sure if I will ever recover.