It Always Begins and Ends With Gavin

Weight: Still Fat
Listening To: The Way I Are By Timbaland
Mood: Hung over, still

A few months ago, Brian and I purchased a new couch for the living room. It's a natural brown, microfiber, with a chaise lounge. In short, it's fabulous. Outside of the bed, it's my first major furniture purchase, and it was a rather thrilling event.

I was sitting on that very couch last night, trying not to think about food while I was waiting for Brian to get home so we could have dinner. Then came the text - What are you doing? It was Gavin, the guy I've known a few life times over. He wanted to go to happy hour in Santa Monica at the Enterprise Fish Co., 'cause they apparently have the best happy hour in town. After some whining about rush hour traffic, and a quick calculation of my points, I was headed out the door. I had some extra points in my pocket, so I figured one drink, a small something grilled, and some veggies and I would be set! Yeah, that's not what happened.

I sit down with Gav, and drill him about how he knows nothing about my East LA gig - does he not check my status updates on Facebook? Apparently not!!! In the haze of that evening with him, I manage to go through 4 drinks, some bread and garlic butter, a couple of fried shrimp, a grilled artichoke and chips and salsa. At one point, I think he was yelling "Points! Points!" at me. Details surrounding the gorge are a little hazy.

About an hour and a half in, my bestie Zara joins us. She has the body of a goddess, and if she wasn't such a cool chick I think I may just hate her for it. Once she arrived, I came out of my food coma, and managed to put a halt to it all. Maybe just being around her helps to remind me why I'm starving myself to begin with? Once Gav left, I confessed my food sin and she didn't hate me for it. She just said that if it was her, she would consider that her dinner. Yeah, dinner. I'm into it!

Regardless of what happened last night, I will never forget the screaming headache I had from my hang over as I was trying to tell one of my students they aren't going to graduate on time. Ah, memories.