By a tired woman, who is filled with crab and shrimp and a mojito, and a brownie sundae with a B-52 coffee.
She is slightly tipsy, and has a badly burned finger, where the screaming hot sparkler on her brownie sundae burnt her hand. It burnt her hand, as she was saying: these things usually get really hot - this one isn't. . . oh yes, it is.
Spent dessert with my hand in my water glass.
The problem with telling you all of this, is that it totally eclipses all of the very wonderful things that happened today, and frankly they are so much more enjoyable and better, so I'm going to think of those things, while I soak my hand in more cold water.
It truly was the most wonderful of days. Everything about it was coloured with magic. I am blessed.