As many of you know, I’m going through an issue that I can’t legally talk about just yet  a bit of a ‘thing’ at the moment and haven’t felt my sunshiny best. Thus, I decided to revel in an entire week of miz, drinking excessive amounts of ‘comfort booze’ and crying to Crowded House songs in my car… Still, as bleakness isn’t my natural disposition, I decided to let my unhappiness culimate at a tequila-soaked dinner with good mates, after which I’d shirk off my blues and just sommer get on with it.

Also, things were looking up; another HUGE jar of Wings Group goodies had been delivered to my office and I’d been clever enough to hide it. This time, I wanted to share it with good friends, which is why I decided to lug it along to Fat Cactus in Park Road. Or, more accurately, make my darling boyfriend carry it:

Once there, it came in handy ‘cos we were able to use some of its contents to bribe Bobby, our awesome waiter, to give us a better table.

…until I poured it out on the table and everyone went freaken psycho on me:

Fortunately, everyone seemed to have their own ‘favourite’ favourite.

KP, however, is all about Hula Hoops:

As for me, you know I’m a freak for Toffifee:

Something about Toffifee’s chocolate-caramel-hazelnut-nougaty goodness just drive me crazy…Perhaps a little too crazy… in fact, in much the same way that you can’t give a gremlin food after midnight (or get them wet!), you can’t give me Toffifee and tequila. It’s like a super potent recipe for madness and before you know it, I rip off my clothes Hulk-style and enter a blissful state of mentalism I like to refer to as ‘Toffifee Cray-zee’.