In a rare act of personality defiance, tonight I went to a restaurant I’ve been to a couple times and actually ordered something different. Blu Basil has a fantastic menu, but I can’t seem to get past the Greek salad topped with a black bean burger. This actually doesn’t exist on their menu, but I will drop a black bean burger on top of just about anything so I usually have no trouble convincing restaurants to do this for me.

But tonight I felt the need to branch out and try something new rather than trying to convince the chef to pull something off the closed lunch menu (bean burger) and plop it on a salad it doesn’t really belong on. Compromise.

Clearly the solution to this problem was to order pizza. When faced with most food-related problems, pizza is a cure-all solution.

I actually don’t even like mushrooms… at all, but I got the spinach and mushroom pizza. Success! It was delicious.

Diana also let me try her butternut squash ravioli. Hello, good.

I barely put a dent in the pizza because hot, heavy things after hot, sweaty yoga have little appeal.

Jessie and I went to yoga together (which, by the way, was amazing and may warrant a post of its own) and then met up with Lindsay and Diana. This was my first time meeting Lindsay the Designer Wife herself, and she is awesome. She can spout off HEX codes in her sleep. Who does that?

I parted ways with the ladies when they set off in search of frozen yogurt because Stew and I got it the other night and I’m broke and I have homework calling my name.