Today my body hates me. Why you ask? Well, it's not what you're probably thinking and I'm recovering from some out-of-control Vegas nightclub filled weekend - it's because of cake. Yes that's right, cake. Wayyyy to much cake. Ugh, I don't even want to talk about it - but I will.

In addition to nightclubs, Las Vegas is also known for its wide array of dining possibilities and world class restaurants. So last night we went out for our friend's birthday and had a good ol' family style Italian dinner at Maggiano's. I would've gone to STACK or FIX, but I felt the need to indulge in the cuisine of Italy and Light Group doesn't have an Italian restaurant…yet (hopefully). Anyways everything was great - until they brought the desserts. In addition to the sweet-infused goodness that the restaurant provided, one of the birthday girl's friends thought it'd be a great idea to bring a two-tier cake from a local high-quality bakery to dinner (which I now believe was truly the worst gift ever).

Normally I'm not a big fan of dessert, but last night I had a good ol' sweet tooth brewing and my wife didn't feel the need to stop me. I devoured a giant piece of Tiramisu, some apple thing (that kinda looked like a pie only wasn't) and three massive pieces of cake from the two tier monstrosity (the bottom half was strawberry and top part was Frangelico and Bailey's).

Well I believe that cake is like a sponge, and once it hits your stomach it waits until you stand up - then it expands. This in turn causes all body functions to stop. Well most of them. The result of this post-pastry dessert dive creates a feeling of both illness and shame. I currently suffer from both. BUT there is a cure for all ailments whether natural or self-induced. Archi's Thai Bistro. Luckily for Archi's (and me) our office is directly across the street from this foreign eatery, which I truly believe could be kept in business solely from the Light Group staff. Anywho, their Tom Yum Soup (with shrimp) at a spicy level 6 will pretty much cure anything - except for syphilis, leprosy and Charlton Heston.

Well on that note I'm out of here - I need to find a good hiding place from the NRA.
Till next time!