ooohhh....It has been awful. My diet is somewhat out of control.We have been very busy and then silly occasions keep popping up.
Yesterday my boyfriend and I went fliering.

I asked him could we please go to "Auntie Changs" for healthy yummy vegetarian Chinese food and steamed dumplings.
My request was unheeded.

Along the way he bought a bag of "munchies" which is a bunch of different snacks tossed together in the same bag. I
Ate some and have a tendancy not to stop eating salty-cheesy things when they are in front of me...He said it was just a little snack to tie us over for dinner. I called it a toxic bag of death. And complained about it several times although i polished off a good portion of the bag (which is my way)..and I guess I was hungry..

So we flier all day in the hot and stuffy car..which makes me very cranky..and then dinner time rolls around..We contemplate having Sushi, but all of our favorite resturaunts are packed...

Then we pass this one particular Mexican resturaunt that has a few healthy options and a nice vegetarian menu....but it is still a Mexican resturaunt...
It happens to be karaoke night, so we sit in the smoking section near the karaoke stage..i sign up..the whole place is packed with bloated drunk yuppies...Tequila shots and pitchers of bud light are flowing like water..

we have our first Margarita....that ends up being 3 a piece..I could barely finish my third one.
My (looked pretty healthy on the menu) entree was smothered in cheese...
I sang 3 cheesy songs from the 80's
I felt like living death afterwards.
Give Flakey a stern lecture on how we need to take better care of our health...he brings up that i agreed to eat at El Mexican Resturaunt..he is right..I shouold have protested and steered us in direction of vegetarian chinese food..of course it is too late.

THEN much later...we decide to go to the open mic night at a local place called Helios. My sister is there and is drunk and insists on buying me several beers..I try to say no and mention the three margarita dinner...but end up succumbing.
we are on a roll...Flakey hands me shots called "Brain Destroyers"..i finish one beer..my sister hands me another..
I do my dumb litle set.. I really need to learn more acoustic songs.

By the end of this phase..i am feeling too bogged down to really feel drunk..But Flakey..who I guess has a higher metabolism than I do..is feeling quite intoxicated.
He insists we go out for pizza...I say...do you wan't me to weigh 500 lbs?
He says..."You don't have to eat the pizza"
So we go to "Late Night Dive' home of good pizza and bad service. We are the only people in the whole place not wearing black...Flakey orders a large Veggie...So there is this giant beautiful pizza covered in fresh tomatoes and mushrooms and olives and bell peppers...so OF COURSE I eat a piece...one piece is huge...The place cuts all their pizzas into 6 slices..regardless of the size of the pizza..

bah...

Later my Flakey has the gall to suggest maybe we could go to Denny's for strawberry shortcake..we did not go...


So now I don't have a hangover but my intestines feel like a brick of cheese...
I don't want to eat again for a while unless I really have to.
I bloody want to swear off cheese for the rest of the year..
uuugh...


So...what do you folks do afer such a binge