Eyelashless Freak Eats Italian

Last night, we went over to Mr. Monkey's co-workers' house for a home-cooked Italian meal. Mr. Monkey's co-workers (hereinafter, the "Italians") are a very nice couple who work together at Mr. Monkey's company. They are so warm and loving and fun! Another couple also came to the little dinner party (the wife also works with Mr. Monkey) and brought their nine-year-old daughter as well.

In preparation for this nice evening, I decided to attempt to get beautified and to put on a little makeup. Look how nice my eyes can look when effort is made (professionally, that is).

Well, while I was curling my eyelashes on my right eye last night, my eyelash curler snapped and literally went flying out of my hand...taking nearly all of my eyelashes with it.

Wah! Can you tell my right eye (that's on the left for you, as you're facing this pic) is much balder than my left eye now?

I am now an eyelashless freak. I didn't plan to blog about this originally because it was so embarrassing and sad, but, now that some time has passed, it's really quite funny to me. The Internet informs me that my eyelashes should grow back in four to eight weeks. I sure hope the Internet is right.

Here's my sad bald eye.

Here's my normal eye.

Our evening with the Italians made up for my eyelash accident, though. What a delightful couple! The Italians are such great people. I think their children are so lucky to have them as parents. They are so hilarious and down-to-earth, not to mention they love to cook!

Here it all is: bruschetta, insalata caprese, golden parmesan chicken, sausage and meatballs in sauce (while still cooking on the stove), penne pasta (before being served), salad, fresh bread, and the dining table.

A sweet ending: cannoli, gelato (pistachio, hazelnut, espresso), and Dots Cupcakes that the Monkeys brought, as well as a pic of the Monkeys that the nine-year-old snapped while playing with my iPhone.

One last fun tidbit -- I noticed this save-the-date magnet on The Italians' refrigerator. I recognized immediately that it was a fellow knottie! Tee hee! It turns out she is the daughter of the Italians' friends, and her wedding was "beautiful and lavish," according to Mrs. Italian. What a small world.

Great night (even without eyelashes)! Thank you so much, Italians! The food was marvelous and the company even more so!