Food Baby
I just got home from dinner with Naomi at Imperia. It wouldn’t have been so devastating had I not just eaten Vietnamese food with Trevor a few hours earlier. Not hungry and wearing a skintight mini-dress, I found myself shoveling edamame, salmon sushi and all manner of delectables into my mouth at 730pm as Naomi and I chatted about work, dudes, sex, cats, movies, etc. It was all well and good until she decided that dessert would be a good idea and we ended up splitting a massive cookie - I wear it was the size of my entire head. It had ice cream on it. It was delicious. Anyway, after this food binge and some prosecco and a mandarin orange sake bomb, I waddled out and back to my car. Thankfully I was parked some 9 blocks away so I managed to ward off some of my food-coma-nausea. I still feel super full (FWP) and kinda want to go to bed but made plans to meet Ben and Andrew at LongBranch. Oh, brother. And in this stupid tight dress where you can see my food baby somethin’ awful! Also my period is due on the 25, but I’m taking my ring out on the 27th so I think my body is in revolt and so my skin is an atrocity - I look like a leper. I shouldn’t be allowed out in public. Tomorrow’s to do list is far too long which is, I suppose, what happens when you wake up at 1pm, spend 2 hrs watching Breaking Bad in bed with a dude, then shower and go eat. And then go eat again. Yea, that’s been my whole day. Time to go play pool.
