Random Weekend Musings

Monday morning finds me rested and recovered from a busy and crazy weekend that began last Friday night and really didn't end until I crawled into bed late Saturday night. Having Cinco de Mayo fall on a Friday was both a good thing and a bad thing. It was good in that I was able to celebrate it for once. It was bad because I celebrated a bit too much. Oh, don't worry...nothing bad happened. I think I just had one too many Corona, judging by how loopy I felt on the way back from Mad Mex Friday night. And no, I did not drive. It's nice to have a roomie who doesn't mind being the designated driver. You da best, RW!

Anyway, the girls are I did our thing Friday night, drinking, eating, flirting, carrying on, singing karaoke off-key...the usual stuff. I needed to blow off some steam, and Cinco de Mayo just happened to be the excuse I needed to do so. However, as evidenced by the fact that I passed out even before I could change into my jammies, I think I'm gonna hold off on having any more Corona until the Jimmy Buffett concert next month, cuz Corona has a tendency to knock me on my cute behind.

When I managed to get up the next morning (thankfully free of any drawn on mustaches), I spent most of the day either eating or in the prone position. Outside of the margaritas I drank, I pretty much avoided ta-kill-ya, but the combination of, well, way too much alcohol and not near enough to eat conspired to give me a major league hangover. And I would have just stayed on my couch (in the dark) all day, but I had a birthday shindig to go to Saturday night. I hadn't been to the South Side since the night the Steelers won the Super Bowl, and after much cajoling from the birthday girl, I reluctantly decided to go, mostly because I knew the night would end with a visit to one of Pittsburgh's hidden gems when it comes to food: The Cambod-ican Cookery.

Those of you out there who are regular visitors to the South Side will remember a trailer that sat in the alley next to Nick's Fat City. Every Friday and Saturday night, usually around 11 or so, people would like up to dine on some of the best chicken and beef kabobs on the planet. A friend of mine clued me into "the kabob guy" about 5 years ago. As is usually the case with me, I was skeptical. I mean, how good could grilled chicken on a pita served from a guy in a trailer be? All it took was one bite of the chicken to prove me wrong, and it was all because of the amazing "moon sauce". I don't know what goes into the sweet sauce that the kabob guy puts on the chicken, beef and fried wontons, but it's the most amazingly tasty sauce ever. It will ooze all over your hands as you're trying to eat your chicken on a pita, and you'll find yourself licking moon sauce off your hands as you walk back to your car or the next bar.

Everytime I went to the South Side, I made a point of finishing up the night with some moon sauce. Then last year rolled around and the kabob guy had vanished. Some people said he had been forced to move after Nick's Fat City went under. Others said he had to shut down because of heath code violations (thank you, Becky Thompson). I was despondent. I couldn't believe he was gone. Then late last year, I noticed a sign on storefront: Coming soon - Cambod-ican Cookery. And a few months ago, The Cambod-ican Cookery opened its doors, and the moon sauce has been flowing ever since. And after a very entertaining (and nearly alcohol-free) evening, the girls and I ended up at the Cookery, noshing on our kabobs and carrying on as only we can. We're not obnoxious, but we toe the line.

So, as I crawled into bed Saturday evening (this time in my jammies and without the room spinning) with a full belly and a smile on my face, I once again had to think that life just couldn't be any better.

Okay peeps, that's it for me for today. I'll be back tomorrow with all sorts of goodies, including previews of the season finales of Gilmore Girls and Veronica Mars, along with any other tidbits I can scrape up.

Rack me, I'm out!

~Sara