Hello faithful readers! I'm sorry the blog has been silent for the past week and a half. I've been dealing with a passel of Q2 deadlines at the office (read as working past midnight most nights), not to mention finalizing plans and whatnot for my swiftly approaching wedding. It's in a little over two weeks!
Of course, part of the whole process of getting married is the ancient and honorable rite of the bachelor party, one of which was held in San Francisco on my behalf this weekend. It was quite the blast, and I'll be sharing the more printable details in a series of six posts starting with this one. There will be one every day or two until the conclusion, which will be followed by a little cameo by my sister and explain what else I did while I was in Northern California this weekend. Why six posts and why am I being stupid enough to make public some of what happened during the party? I think a quote from my best man, Waldensian, explains it all.
"The sin we're focusing on tonight is gluttony."
Gluttony. Need I say more?
For those of you who have been jonesing for a little food porn during my absence, here are some pictures from the breakfast buffet at my hotel.
Ooooh... Lifelessly corporate... I don't feel like shilling for this particular hotel, but if anyone out there recognizes it, feel free to give a shout-out. Here's a hint. It's in downtown San Jose.
I stayed in a hotel the night of the bachelor party because I was pretty sure I didn't want my parents to see the state I'd be in afterwards. Boy was I right.
If you're going to partake of a night of gluttony, you really need to start it off right. I hadn't eaten a breakfast like this in years, but Mr. Big and I felt the need to do a little stomach stretching in preparation for the onslaught to follow. We were pretty sure it would all be digested by nightfall.
Some salve for my guilt...
...followed by a practical selection to ensure that breakfast didn't gum up the works. Don't dwell on that last statement.
They had a decent selection of juices. I like mixing apple and cranberry.
The usual array of cereals.
Something I hadn't seen before, but approved of instantly. A Build-Your-Own-Super-Bagel bar.
The baked goods display was pretty impressive for a small hotel.
However, their crowning achievement in pastry awesomeness can be seen on the top shelf this case. That's right. An entire tray of muffin tops. I guess they could be scones, but they tasted like muffins to me. Bravo, hotel restaurant. Bravo.
Hope this has whetted your appetite for the rest of my Bachelor Party Series.