When you don’t know what to write about, Cheesecake.

I’m currently up all night at a fundraiser.  2pm to 8am, we craft, we dance, we get silly, and we laugh.  a lot.  But folks, I’m not a crafter.  So what did I bring to work on?  My writing.   It is 12:02.  What have I achieved?

Someone left me a Funko Pop figurine of Matthew Perry as Chandler Bing with Flock of Seagulls Hair.  I have decided he is my pocket sized boyfriend.  So far, our relationship has lasted for 5 hours, and it’s delightful.   I am only moderately depressed that it’s not the real Matthew Perry.

I worked on a website

I socialized

I made cheese dip

I ate cheesecake.

A. Lot. Of. Cheesecake.

And now, in my sugar induced burst of energy, I’ve decided to blog.  Lucky you.

But I have nothing to say.  So I put out an inquiry: What should I blog about when I have absolutely nothing to say?

So Kate said….The answer is obvious.  Cheesecake.

12 of us, around a table, forks in hand, demolishing Carnegie Deli’s finest.  It was awesome.  There is a lot left.  A lot.

I will not go back for more cheesecake.  I will not go back for more cheesecake.

At my table, my sister is playing her groove, which is currently Color Me Badd.   And Disco.  And Brigid is currently designing a T-Shirt for me with Matthew Perry on it.  (I’m sensing a theme for this evening, and no lie, I don’t mind…)

It’s almost time for our dance party.  It is past time to stop writing.