30 Hours Awake, 6 Hours Asleep, 8 Famous Women, 1 Iron Chef, My Chef, Big Knives, & Grady Sizemore
*******UPDATED BELOW******* This weekend was a rager. It kicked off with a fun little after hours @ Cento after working all night. We were there till 6am. We were celebrating something totally AWESOME, however you'll have to wait a few more weeks to find out what. Saturday morning, ca 9am, the kiddies came home and I was grumpy. Chef's Widow + No Sleep = Jerkface. The chef headed into work early because he would later be leaving to accompany me to the Iron Chef's house to party with some bad ass famous women chefs in town for the SOS dinner. The kids & I had a princess party to attend.
I packed up the car and headed to the BFF's house. It was 90 freaking degrees and I wasn't sweating out all the Cantillon I had been drinking just a few hours before. Mom of the year award coming soon.
Party time w/ the widow kids
Catcher had a blast, in fact Lou had a blast too. She was sampling all sorts of pasta salads and grass and she couldn't be more content. By the time we had to leave Catcher had met some older ladies who decided that his nails would look better painted pink. And you know what? They did.
I dropped the kids off at the in laws and headed downtown to pick up the chef. I was running late, big surprise, and I almost missed eating the delicious food catered at Symon's. Luckily I've got an in and chef hooked me up with some pork & beans. Our plan was stay until 12, head back to the restaurant, close, and head home. Needless to say that did not happen. We walked into a house full of super bad ass chick chefs that my chef has looked up to ever since he started in the industry. He was in heaven. Then things got even better when the Iron Chef asked my chef to host the after hours of the SOS Dinner at Bar Cento. We closed up shop around 2am, headed home around 3am, and woke up at 9am to prepare for T-ball, family anniversary dinner party, and the big after hours for a bunch of fantastic female chefs.
Sunday was awesome. It made my year. It may have made the chef's life. We took the kids to Catcher's T-ball game. I think. At that point sleep deprivation started to kick in. Then we took the entire family down to Cento to celebrate the anniversary of the chef's parents. I had to work for the after hours but was able to sit down and eat some super yummy buckwheat pasta and clams with the fam.
Louisiana the Beautiful & Catcher the Great
By 4, the kids were loaded into the in laws car and the chef and I got ready for the big night. We had no idea what we were in for.
By 10pm, 8 of the most accomplished women chefs in the country were sitting at the Chef's bar eating his delicious food.
SOS Dinner After Party @ Bar Cento
By 11pm, three of the women became Cento's newest dj's, spinning awesome vinyl for the duration of the night.
April Bloomfield, Celina Tio, Anita Lo, & the Chef's Arm
Symon got it (for the most part), ******UPDATE***** Mike Symon just called to let me know that he DID in fact saber the bottle 100% perfectly and my Chef, well not so much:
Chef's Neckless Bottle
By 2am, Mr. and Mrs. Symon decided to call it a night. By 2.01am, the lady chef's decided that even though they all had early flights they were going to stay and kick it. The Chef was freaking ecstatic. By 3am, Anita, Celina, & Karen had taken over the kitchen to make pizza. It was pretty fucking cool. I thought the chef was going to pass out.
April Bloomfield, Jonathon Sawyer, & Karen DeMasco
Seriously though, how many people go into a career and ever get to meet, let alone hang out with the people they admire, the people that inspire them. Very few. Especially in this industry. I could NOT have been happier for the Chef. Seeing these awesome women (in an industry full of men) come up on top and then having them be a part of the Chef and his restaurant was overwhelming. Awe inspiring.
In the kitchen with Jonathon Sawyer, Karen DeMasco, Anita Lo, Celina Tio, & Skippy
By 4am kisses and hugs and business cards and chef love was spreading like wildfire. Cabs were called, the chefs were squeezed into tiny cars, and my Chef was on cloud nine. By 5am the Chef and I were at home. I laid in bed and the chef came in. I told him to get into bed and he told me he needed time to think about the night. He sat on our porch for a half hour, drank a glass of red, came back into our room, woke me up (begrudgingly I did), and told me this:
" The best day of my life was when I married you. The second best days of my life were the kids being born. Tonight was the third."
By 8am, I was wide awake thinking about his words, thinking about the night and how it would forever change his (and our) life.
By 10am, the kids were home and life was perfect.
I almost forgot. In the midst of all the famous people I got to meet Grady Sizemore. And I never really thought he was that cute on TV. But in real life.....WHOA, he's a looker.