Dieting around town
Because of the Gymgirl’s hardcore diet, we’ve been cooking a ton. Mostly bacon, which I cook now because she wrecked her first batch.
Her: This place smells like burnt bacon.
Me: It’s what shattered dreams smell like.
She didn’t even break her diet when we saw ABFF for her kid’s birthday party. And they had cupcakes. Harry Potter cupcakes.
Me: I’m super impressed.
Her: I need more food.
The Gymgirl has two brothers and we met up with them and their respective wives for dinner the other night at her younger brother’s pad in NJ.
She brought some fish and asparagus that I made for her so she wouldn’t have to break her diet.
Me: Would you mind if I just ate what they have?
Her: Sure! You can eat whatever you want. Have a cheat day.
I brought a bottle of whiskey for them, since I had it…
Her Older Brother: Why do you two smell like alcohol?
…which I seemed to have spilled all over the interior of my bag on the way there. Evidently, I have the worst luck on NJ trains vis-a-vis my bags.
It was fine though, as they had plenty of food and drink. Ended up eating everything there.
And then some.
Other Brother: Do you want dessert? We have cookie dough ice cream and vanilla ice cream.
Him: Which one do you want?
Me: Both? (thinking) And do you have peanut butter?
They did, and I almost ate all of it.
We brought some board games to play and had a nice time before her other brother’s wife had to go because she was pregnant and getting tired.
They gave us a lift back to the City and dropped us off downtown so we walked around a bit before heading back home.
Her: Did you have a good time?
Me: Yeah. It was fun.
It’s still weird being back in the world. And yet, here I am.