Cheese melt

I love a good grilled cheese sandwich. The more cheese and butter, the better. One of my favorite things to do is take all of the different cheeses in my fridge and combine them in my sandwich. This is very similar to what I do with friends. I take everybody in my ‘pool,’ and combine them at events.

Last night, I did this at Patri-oke, inviting loads of friends – many of whom had not previously met. Our karaoke theme was dedicated to the month of July and Patriotism. To be multi-cultural, we celebrated the patriotism of both U.S.A. and France. Since the flags of both countries are red, white and blue, dressing up was easy. Speaking of dressing, once my combo grilled cheese is ready, I love to dip it in one more cheese of sorts, bleu cheese dressing. Delicious. I digest, thus, I digress.

Now that you’ve got that visual and your taste buds flowing (or your Lactaid ready), let me give you another visual. WARNING: This is not for the lactose intolerant.

Sleepless and I always joke about our leg ‘dimples.’ Dimples, like fat rolls, are adorable on babies. On grown adults, though comfy, they are rarely defined as ‘adorable.’ Thus, we try to be realistic about our dimples while focusing on the positives. The reality is this, if one is lactose intolerant, they should steer clear of our thighs. If they love cottage cheese, they should take a number and stand in line.

While dancing at Patri-oke, both Sleepless and One And Done we’re pulling a “We’re the dancers” move and grinding up against me. One And Done got distracted by the arrival of a boy (major cheese melt), but Sleepless continued with the dancing. “Glad you’re not lactose intolerant,” she told me. “I know. Glad you aren’t either,” I replied. “We’re like a cheese melt,” she quipped. We then took our sweaty, cheesy, melty booties off of the dance floor and she advised me of One And Done’s situation.

“Major boy drama. One And Done slept with that guy at the bar and now she is kind of hanging around that other guy at the corner of the bar,” she informed me. “That is major drama. How about the fact that the guy over there walked up to our table and I asked if he worked with you. He said ‘no’ and gave a sly smile. I knew I him, but couldn’t figure out how. So, I asked if he was friends with you and he replied, ‘Yes. Don’t you remember me?'” That is a powerful question and one not always easily answered. Thus, instead of answering, I used my work training and opted to smile and look pretty. He continued on, “I slept at your house.” “Oh shit! You did. Yes, yes, of course I remember you. You’re into zombies, right?” “Not into them, just preparing for them,” he replied.

I’m not into zombies and I’m not preparing for them. I did, however, find a great recipe for Cheese Zombies and I am dying to test it out.