happy heart day: the sequel

The amount of food put out for the First Annual Valentine Dessert Fest was obscene. Here are some photos.

Due to the weather, quite a few people didn’t attend, so we sent everyone home with large doggy bags.

Besides tonnes of dessert, some of our guests were also privileged enough to go home with a 16-hour flu courtesy of Big D, who was sporting and also took some sickness home with him. He was “enjoying” the flu so much that he didn’t go to work on Friday. This meant that DJ Friend, who had come out to experience The Malo, couldn’t get a ride back to the city with him. And this complication led to one of the better conversations this weekend between Ptichka and her youngest brother, P’tit B.:

PTICHKA: P’tit B, Big D is sick. Can you give DJ Friend a ride to Winnipeg?
P’TIT B: (Still asleep. Mumbling.) Is he really sick?
PTICHKA: He’s puking his guts out.
P’TIT B: Oh. Shit. I don’t think that my guys are ready.
PTICHKA: Big D is sick. So can you give DJ Friend a ride? Can you get your guys ready?
P’TIT B: (Still asleep. Thoughtful.) Um…okay. She can drive and do the killing on the way there and then I can take over The Master.
PTICHKA: Um…okay. Thanks, P’tit B.

P’tit B, when questioned about his guys and the killing had no idea what he had been talking about. He was, however, awake enough to know that he was saying some stupid stuff. Luckily for him, his car wouldn’t start after it had been plugged in for a little over an hour. My father-in-law was finally the one to drive DJ Friend back to Winnipeg.

I missed the conversation between Ptichka and P’tit B but I did discover him fully dressed and face down on his bed as I trudged towards the living room later that morning. I figured that he had had a rough night. He had, but he had had a rougher morning.