Day 2, Monday Feb 22
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
First off, work was quite hectic. Seeing that I took the weekend off to hang out and help She-Ra then drive her to the airport early Sunday, apparently I missed one tornado of a time. Turns out it was one of the busiest weekends in quite a while and when I arrived at 10am on Monday, my line and station was a disaster. So I spent the day, not only making a lot of food but cleaning, organizing, prepping and stocking, thinking I would most likely have to stay late. But when the night chef arrived, I had just put the last bit of ingredients on the line and got out by 5. Just barely.
Next, I had received an email from this restaurant, BJ's (I know...horrible name!) about some benefit they were doing on Monday the 22nd. If you printed out the flyer attached on the email, they would donate 15% of your bill to the American Red Cross. Sounded decent and a good cause, so when I came home rather exhausted I knew that picking something up rather than cooking was in order.
So after relaxing, showering and making some tea, I sit down at this machine and begin typing. I'm about 200 pages into the book and the fingers just started moving. About 4 or 5 pages in (like I said, not the greatest typist) I heard it. Grumble-grumble-grumble... Oh yeah, my stomach was talking to me. It was definitely time to eat. So I laced up my Vans, threw on my hoodie, printed out that flyer and headed over to BJ's.
The only thing that sounded not so freakin' ginormous or deep fried was the grilled chicken club. Sorry, if you have bacon and avocado on a plate of doo-doo I'll probably eat it. Came with wedge fries and I added a salad for a few extra bucks. When I handed the flyer to the girl taking my order, she looked confused. She even got the manager involved, who looked confused as well. Turns out, I was the only one to show up that night with that flyer wanting my percent of sale to go to the Red Cross. Made me feel pretty good. Then I was all, “Hey! This is the year 2010! How hard is it to hit 'print' and donate to a good cause? C'mon Tucson!” After running a quick errand I came back to find the food ready. Once I got it in the car, oh man...yum city.
Of course the minute I get it home the dog goes nuts. You can see it on his face: “Is that...is that...chicken?! And....and bacon?!...oh no...fries!...I looooove fries!...daddy, I just loooove fries!” So when I sat the heavy steamy bag on the table, he just stared at me, hoping I would give him a treat. Backoff jackoff! I'm starvin' here. Oh like that bowl full of food and the turkey slab I brought home for you from work isn't enough. Jeeze dog. You're one step away from holding out a tin cup and wearing a sign that says “Hungry”.
The TV turns on and I flip between the new episode of “Celebrity Fit Club” (the one where they sick dogs on the fat B-listers and Bobby Brown gets drunk) and “Hoarders”. Either way, dysfunction was the function on the tube.
Tube. Funny because TV's dont have tubes anymore. Well, I mean the old ones do but...ours is as flat as a CD case. Wait, do people still buy CDs? Oh man...
Plus I open a beer and take a sip. Ah! Refreshing. So I start attacking the food and, wouldn't you know it, they gave me a wedge salad. You know, those hideous iceburg lettuce things glopped with blue cheese, bacon and slop? Ugh. Then it occurred to me, I DID order the wedge salad! What the...what was I thinking? Oh I know. At the time I bet I thought “wedge” meant “chopped”. Duh Mark! So I took a bite or two then whistled for the dog. Here ya go you beggar you. He ate it like it was his last meal.
Halfway through the sandwich, something became amiss. I got really full. Like full-full. So I shut the plastic lid and laid back on the couch. Ugh, just wasn't feeling too well. Like my stomach, even though it is and has pretty much always been a bit pudgy, was sticking out like a third trimester and was hard as a stone. I didn't even want to finish my beer. So after some bad TV I turn it off, head to bed and read a book.
After falling asleep, an hour later, I am awake. Bathroom run #1. This went on a few times. #2, #3, #4. Ugh, so annoying. At 3am I went to the fridge, downed a huge glug of club soda, hoping it would make me belch. It just made me pee. So I stayed up, played some games and eventually went back to bed around4am.
Did that sandwich not meld well with some other culinary concoction I had previous or was that salad just sprinkled with pure evil? Either way, I'm still not feeling so hot but, hey, it was all for a good cause right?
I hope my $5 saves a thousand lives Red Cross! Damn.
Let's recap:
Food: Breakfast-English muffin. Lunch-small thin crust pizza with spinach, grilled chicken and black beans. Dinner-half of a chicken club sandwich, some fries and a bite or two of a wedge salad.
Booze: One beer, and I struggled with that.
Movies: None. Some rotten TV for about an hour or two but that's about it.
Mood: Jaunty.
# of pages written: 5 or 6. It could have/should have been more but I got hungry and, well...you know how that ended up!
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