Dear Ryan Seacrest,

Dear Ryan Seacrest,
I need my own tv show. It's not so much a want, more a need. For both of us.
A bit about me: I am a typical 9 to 5'er (correction 9 to 6'er, that whole "9 to 5 bit" is a major falsity, I'll write to whoever started that lie later), who feels my talents would be better served in front of the camera of my own half hour (could be an hour if the editing was done right) television show. I am willing to do almost anything on my show (well except maybe bite the head off of a pigeon a la Ozzy Osbourne, but definitely don a unitard and walk the streets of Los Angeles with a midget a la Chelsea Handler - I love love love miniatures, but that's a separate letter). I am also great with people and can chase them down in 5 inch heels if necessary (don't ask). I think alcohol is 50% of the food pyramid and carbs should be the other 50. I used to be so ugly I had to sneak up on water to get a drink. I have a dating history that rivals "Another World" (RIP). I can also have an entire conversation with an answering machine or any other inanimate object.

Call me.


P.S: I don't eat meat.


Tuesday, April 12, 2011

My Austin Endorsement...


Over the weekend we visited Austin, Texas. While there we went to the Trailer Park Eatery (perhaps the only time in my life I'll say "I cant wait to go to the Trailer Park!").  We had Torchy's Tacos (amazing) AND cake balls at Holy Cacao. And holy hell were they good!

I had wedding balls, chocolate balls, red velvet balls, carrot cake balls. So many amazingly delicious balls. I just KEPT eating them. The flavor was unparalleled, they were so saturated (or as my friends said "moist", but I hate that word and refuse to use it).  They had other flavors (peanut butter - which looked divine) and it was all served up to you from a trailer. No overhead = more money to invest in good ingredients (no one wants dried balls).

So the next time you're in Austin, I highly recommend eating the balls at the Trailer Park...

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