OH MY GOD! I totally went out to dinner tonight! With friends! And no kids! The only thing is? I wish the waitress had not thought I said veal marsala, and I wish I had known the difference between veal and chicken. Because, um- GROSS.
The incredibly smooth and amazing bottle of wine we drank with dinner quelled my urge to puke somewhat. (I know! Who’d have thunk that wine would actually prevent me from puking?) And then when our table of four ordered 4 desserts? My urge to puke threatened to return. I was able to take one for the team though and finish my whole piece of raspberry key lime cheesecake. I’m all about the sacrifice. This was an exercise in gluttony, and what I proved tonight was that I am ALL ABOUT FOOD. You know that feeling? When you order so much food because you’re SO hungry and then you can’t eat it all? I don’t.