Well, as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end.  Which, in this case, the "good thing" appears to be me fitting into any of my clothing.  I mean god god dammit dammit, I am seriously indulging myself in not only consuming things but also in my delusional self perception. 

Well no more.  Friday was a doozey and hopefully I enjoyed it because that glorious, delicious, opulent indulgence simply CANNOT be repeated.  Last week was a seriously exhausting gambit of exploding relationship grenades and extended family time.  Both of which (similar to baking soda/vinegar volcanoes) fizzed into a really remarkable black hole of cocktails, cooking and comfort (generously provided by Miss McCloud).

By the time Friday rolled around, both McCloud and I were perfectly ready to let go and unwind.  In order to accomplish this as efficiently as possible, we tromped down to a favorite hot spot where (thankfully) we seem to have secured a standing reservation at the bar in full view of the kitchen where we can banter cleverly with the staff and reassure ourselves that we aren't just being gluttonous, but rather "saying hi to friends."  (Yeah, right. just saying hi to friends who happen to create buttery smooth foie gras steaks and juicy braised short ribs). 

Basically what was justified as "small bites and glass of wine," turned into the (easily predictable) 8 course tasting menu with wine pairings...  Whatever, its not the first time I've blatantly lied to myself to justify an action.  Lord knows I've convinced myself that it's ok to date an asshole because "it's different with me" or that it's ok to buy that ridiculously pretty designer dress because "I won't go shopping again for 10 months."  If anything I've learned that I only have to lie to myself until I'm gratified by the eventual sin.  Rarely do I actually experience any serious regret, it's more that I just have to trick my far too rational, moral, upstanding brain into obliging.  :)

Anyway, after being plied with delicious bites and phenomenal wine (usually I try to avoid drinking anything older than I am..) we rolled off our bar stools and tottered home to sleep it off on the couch. Not the most sophisticated end to our indulgence, but anything involving more activity just wasn't realistic.

The rest of the weekend was recovery.  Sushi, Sashimi, water, water, water and a grocery store run which included lots of fiber one, veggies and lean protein. 

here goes nothing... 

ps- our receipt for the damage on Friday.  Thank god our lovely kitchen friends indulges our delusions of "small bites and only recorded our consumption as "hot wings and nachos" and not the culinary masterpieces that we mowed through...