Getting fat with style

You're supposed to gain a lot of weight over the Christmas holidays. Eating is part of the fun and charm of the season! With that in mind, Carolyn and I have definitely started the season on the right foot!

Yesterday we went to Berkeley to see Zoë's production of The Nutcracker. It was the strangest Nutcracker I've ever seen. Very socially conscious, very Berkeley. Most notably, Clara and Fritz were homeless orphans sharing an ambiguous relationship.

Zoë alone was strong motivation for us to go to Berkeley, but, to sweeten the deal, Berkeley also has gelato! Even better, there are two gelaterias in Berkeley and, best of all, they're within a block of each other. I'm so glad that Carolyn heartily seconded my proposal to go to both gelaterias. I mean, they're in strolling distance of each other; there's no excuse not to go to both! Gelato-hopping, gelato progressives, gelato crawls, any kind of serial gelato eating activity are OK by me! And by Carolyn too, apparently. Now there's a girl after my own heart. Too bad she's married. Zoë thought we were crazy for wanting to get more gelato right after finishing some. But then, Zoë was only a little crazy after only one gelato. After two gelatos, she was by far the craziest of the bunch.

Mmm, gelato. If I were to rate ways of getting fat, gelato would be sure to top the list!

Further improving our chances of fatness (especially considering that Saturday was our last ballet class for the next few weeks), Carolyn insisted that we stop at Krispy Kreme on our way home (seriously: a match made in heaven). Two gelatos and two donuts in one day... oh boy! Of course, I fully support her reasoning: you've got to make a drive to the Bay Area worthwhile. And there's no gelato or Krispy Kreme in Sacramento (although, a Chick-fil-a has recently opened in Sactown, so it isn't a complete wasteland). Yes, our trip to Berkeley was definitely worthwhile!

Speaking of fat people...

This seems like a good place to relate a whispered conversation I had with Erin during the latest James Bond movie, Casino Royale.

Meg: Wow, that guy's really fat. [referring to one of the poker players at the casino] But he isn't wearing a muumuu.
Erin: If you were that rich, you wouldn't have to wear a muumuu. You could have clothes tailor-made to be big enough.
Meg: I'd still wear the muumuu, even if I were super rich!