Fruit Loops and Looney Toons

Work is slowly making me crazy. Or crazier.
Not in the white-room-with-padded-walls sort of way. More like the eccentric, squirrely way. I've got a nice little group of friends at Orbit that are all equally as nutty in there own forms and fashions. Emma, Richard, and I have a nice three-amigos thing going on and when you add the Chefs into the mix its hilarity at its finest.
Case in point number one: Richard's Birthday.
Richard is a hairy Irishman. At no point upon meeting him would you consider him feminine or inclined to wear pastels because he's not and he doesn't. Emma and I, the self-designated party planners, took these facts into consideration and decided that a pink cake with "Happy Birthday Princess" would be the best way to go. We decided that, since I don't have a culinary bone in my body, Emma would handle the baking and I would shop for presents.
Never ever go to the $3 Store in search of knick-knacks without a plan of action. I was overwhelmed. Glittery hair clips, paint-by-numbers, key-chains.... After a few brief stints of hyperventilation, I bought one electric pink picture frame, one yellow ducky wash cloth, lavender ear warmers, and one stuffed puppy key chain I appropriately named 'Fancy'. I don't think I have to go into detail about how much Richard's presents and cake were appreciated.
The birthday plan was to go to Takapuna for drinks and stay at Emma's. Because I am perpetually scatterbrained, I forgot to ask for Richie's birthday off and had to work that night and the next day. I was able to leave early and met them in Takapuna at the first pub. Nothing too extraordinary about the first stop, a few glasses of wine. We move on to a karaoke bar to meet Emma's friend Norm (who is hilarious and is being forced to come out for my birthday as well). I had sworn off karaoke a long time ago and I didn't plan on making any exceptions for Richard. Emma and I found a subsitute to sing 'Happy Birthday' to him as we contently watched from the back of the room.
At no point was I inclined to sing 'Build Me Up Buttercup', but that was before Bicardi 151 and the Pink Drink got involved. It is unknown what is in Pink Drink. It's a cross between a Daiquiri and a Slurpie? It spins around premade in a machine and is served in irridescent green martini glasses. Plastic, of course. Nevertheless, pink drinks down the hatch and Emma and Erin get on stage. I would like to tell myself that no one noticed, but taking into consideration there where 7 people in the bar, including our lot, the probability of that is unlikely.
As a successful night comes to a close, Emma tells me when are going to get eggs benedict from a cafe that Norm works at in the morning. I can't remember but I must have been oddly excited. That night I dream Anne, a friend from work, steals my eggs benedict from me while I am out of the room. I could see this happening, like a movie, but could do nothing about it. A nightmare to say the least, I am still holding a grudge.
Sorry, Anne, but you knew I was hungry.