dinner guest

I had one of those days yesterday like I have had many times before...the kind of day that is so busy I forget to eat regularly and find myself dizzy, uncoordinated, irritated and starving by the end of the day. Despite the fact that my tank was running on empty I still had several social appointments scheduled, beginning in the afternoon and running into the night. And those of you who know me know that it is difficult for me to turn down a good meal. Just take me to the buffet, keeps your hands away from my mouth and you won't lose a finger. Anyway,

here is how the night proceeded in a semi-medium nutshell covered in chocolate...mmmmm..

Date #1: I met with Hector y Sarah around 430 to have a spot o tea and catch up after being gone for the spring holidays. As always, they made me laugh and offended me at the same time, which is why I love them so. We went to a Korean restaurant in the Zona Rosa, which was excellent!! My intention was to eat a few little dishes and save room for dinner but I had reached the point of weakness and ended up ordering a full meal. While I was consuming my rice and egg bowl my brain was calculating how many hours I had until the next engagement so that my meal could digest and make a little more room. After dinner we went to a french cafe for dessert. Sarah surprisingly knew one of the employees so each of us received an extra large slice of cake...which we completely devoured. Yah at this point I am already stuffed.

  

Date #2: I waddled home to meet Marlies (chef extraordinare of the Pasta Box) for my next engagement. Before knowing that I was eating Korean food with Hector and Sarah, I had placed an order for 2 boxes of pasta and a salad, which Marz had carried home from work. Marlies and I hung out in the house and I had a little nibble, which slowly evolved into a meal because it is so difficult to resist her cooking. Curtis stopped by and it became a dance party, as only Curtis can inspire. As I shook my booty to the rythmn of the drums I was relived to think that my full bellied dance moves might actually digest my last two meals and make room for number three. I think that cramping after eating only happens with swimming so I did not bother to wait the 30 doctor recommended minutes.

Date #3: Salvador arrived around 945-10pm which was perfect because it gave me more time to settle my meals. We walked to an amazing restaurant and I remember sitting down to eat and feeling absolutely stuffed. The menu looked fantastic and I really wanted to share a meal with Salvador and chat about life, etc. So I ordered the sashimi and a salad thinking this would not overextend my belly, sending me over the edge. As I had assumed the meal was fantastic, bursting with flavor. Then came dessert...ugh. I knew I was in trouble after the first bite. The creamy texture of the fig pie melted in my mouth. It was one of the best desserts I had eaten in a while...well since the last time I met up with Salvador. I guess we have good Karma when it comes to sweet endings.  So, I proceeded to eat and eat until I felt like the guy from the movie 'stand by me' in the barf-o rama scene. The next thing I knew my eyes became heavy and my posture collapsed which allowed my body to slowly slide down the booth style seat...I was entering a food induced coma. To be honest at this point it felt nice...as I had moved past the pain phase into the drooling face phase where nothing mattered and I could no longer feel my limbs or my face. Peace at last! 

My day began skipping meals but I think I made up for it by the end of the evening when I rolled myself home.