Triumph.

Three weeks ago, I sent out this invitation:

From: Andrea
Date: Mar 23, 2006 4:59 PM
Subject: COME ON YOU PUSSIES EAT SOME MEAT

MEAT PARTY
total animal sacrifice partying this Saturday 3/22 at xxxxx 8:30ish until foreverkielbasa, ham hock, sausages, filet mignon, cold cuts, shrimp, a huge meat glacier erupting with gravy and fireworks full of steak.
this is going to be extreme, i will be cooking all day saturday and i want everyone eating meat with their hands until they fucking hallucinate and pass out in a pool of blood like in Altered States
bring your own liquid garnish, this party is atkins friendly and make sure to hit the freeweights on friday, workout party + protein party = hotttt bod party
vegetables are for scientologists, xoxo ~anna, andrea & jess

And here's what was in today's New York Times, on the front page of Dining Out:

What that means, in short, is: I win. I win again.
Now that the Gray Lady has reported on meat, we of course know that meat is out of the picture, forever. We can never, ever have meat again.

Wheatgrass party?

~Andrea