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antacidLast night's Chateau Briand isn't sitting quite right this morning...

At least I assume that's what it is... although whether it's the steak itself or my body is rebelling against the fact that I ate after 8:30, I don't know...

Does anyone have an antacid?

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6 comments:

Bodhi said...

Yani, Yani, Yani. A sober vegeterian would never have this problem ... that's all I'm saying ;-)

Anonymous said...

Maybe it was all the liquor between the courses? At least you enjoyed yourself after a day of frustrations!

Tom said...

Hair of the dog? Steak for breakfast? :P

yani said...

Okay, firstly Tom... ewww... it was Weetbix and banana for breakfast... and that did seem to settle everything down... so obviously I just needed something else in my belly.

And Bodhi and Peter, shame on you both... you know what they say about assumption, you make an ass out of you and umption (or is it the mother of all fuckups, I can never remember)... where did I mention the consumption of sizeable quantities of booze... the sparkling wine that was served over the sorbet was probably less than a third of a cup at most, and I was drinking orange juice and water the rest of the night...

And alas Bodhi, there wasn't even a vegeterian option on the set menu... if I was actually vegeterian I would have made sure there had been, and even though I'm not I might have ended up ordering it anyway since I'm not that much of a red meat carnivor.

yani said...

Oh and also Bodhi, it's nice to see you around again! ;)

Bodhi said...

Thanks sweetie, its always nice to be missed. And for the record, I missed vous too, Darl. MWAH!

PS. Happy Mardi Gras!

The Kid and I are looking forward to the parade on Saturday. This year I have decided I am going for the Gay Designer Pimp look. Which basically means Dolce and Gabbana, sweetie darling sweetie, and lots of bling. Should be Tres fab, mon ami..

And hopefully I might met some nice friendly Mardi Gras homosexualist. Last year it just so happened to be a blonde haired blue eyed hottie from Berlin called Hanz ... he could speak barely any English, and yet it didn't seem to matter ...

*Sigh*