Well Iâ€™ll start by saying that there is no way in HELL any sort of cookies are going to be served this week at Dinner with DeRosa. I love â€˜em, donâ€™t get me wrong, but my body canâ€™t take it anymore. I need a break. I need some salads, some broccoli, something organically nutritious. I can feel myself getting fatter by the day.
My first guest for my salad buffet night is Chris Smith. Sheâ€™s another reason I feel fat. As Iâ€™ve mentioned in a past Toilet Tales, I am a huge fan breakfasts at the Sheraton, oops I mean Murano. I love, love, love their Benedict Florentine. I love it so much that we go there a few times a month. Chris always hooks us up with service to compliment my high maintenance family. When we order itâ€™s like the â€œWhen Harry Met Sallyâ€ scene where she modifies the f*** out of everything. Chris is cool enough to automatically know what we want when we walk in the door. I would say I feel proud, but Iâ€™m actually a tad ashamed. Nah, not really.
Next is Don Helm. Bartendeurrrrre Extra-oridairrrre. (Roll the Râ€™s and throw in a French accent, youâ€™ll like it.) (Then do it anytime you say a word with an R in it.) (Iâ€™ll bet you start doing it all the time because itâ€™s so fun.) (OK, Iâ€™m done with the parenthesis.) Anyway, Don is a troublemaker. I met him when I attended the Master Builderâ€™s Association Presidentâ€™s Ball held at the world-renown Greater Tacoma Convention and Trade Center last Thursday night. The reason heâ€™s a troublemaker: One of Mr. DeRosaâ€™s employees was too hung-over to work the next day and had to go home early with a case of white-face. Mmmmhmmmm, Don, your ass is going to be handed over to my husband when you get here.
My next victim is Katie, owner of House of Tattoo. I adore her, sheâ€™s my friend, and thereâ€™s really no need for me to explain further. She kicks ass, takes names, and then knits them fingerless mittens. Hereâ€™s a picture of olâ€™ Katie giving me a Magnolia on my wrist. Whatâ€™s really weird is the very next day, my grandma whom the Magnolia represented, passed away. Yes, she was sick, but sheâ€™d been sick for 10 years. So it really was kinda sudden. Katie texted me the next day to check on the ink and I told her she killed my grandma.
The most important guest this week is Jaime Kay Newton. This chick owns the Top of Tacoma Bar, is one of the nicest people Iâ€™ve ever met. I canâ€™t wait to hang out with her even more in January, as she is hosting our next Tacoma Beer Society meeting. Whatâ€™s really cool is she OFFERED to change up some beers for us. Not a great stretch for her though, seeing as how she has some really cool and really rare microbrews on tap everyday. And she blows through the kegs like crazy, so sheâ€™s always changing them out to different types. Just want to throw that little fact out there, particularly to the asshole beer distributor I had the unfortunate experience of talking to the other night. But Iâ€™ll save that story for a future Toilet Tales.
Ah, and yes, then thereâ€™s cutie booty Jesse Ray Serles. I want to put him in my pocket and take him home. He and his band the Fucking Eagles will definitely have to be at my salad buffet this week. Theyâ€™re going to have to warm up anyway for their Dec.
26 27 show at Top of Tacoma Bar.
Well Iâ€™m certainly glad to have my guest list, menu, and bartender figured out. It should all be mmmmmm mmmm, tasty. And by tasty Iâ€™m talking about both the salad bar and Jesse.
Mangiamo! â€" Steph DeRosa