Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Happy Birthday to Me
As of yesterday, I'm another year older, another year fartier. Although I
am quite lucky to still be here really, so I should be grateful. I went
out for a birthday dinner last night with my mother, we went to the
Outback Steakhouse just down the road since we had a gift card for them.
We both enjoyed our dinners. I had the sirloin steak and grilled
shrimp, my mother ordered the tilapia. The steak was nicely medium rare
and delicious, the shrimp where pretty good, though perhaps had a bit
too much seasoning on them. There where only, like, 4 shrimp, so I would
have liked a few more, but probably wouldn't have been able to eat them
all anyway. I actually managed to eat the entire 8 oz steak, along with
about half of the garlic mashed potatoes (which where also delicious),
and the shrimp. By the end, we where both totally, completely full. It's
now been about 11 hours since, and I'm still full! It's funny,
every time we go out to eat, we always have a peek at the desert menu
and talk about how maybe we'll have room for desert this time, but it
never happens. We always end up so full, we might as well be Mr.
Creosote from "Monty Python's the Meaning of Life". You know, that
enormously huge fat guy who goes into the restaurant and eats everything
on the menu while projectile vomiting, then explodes after John Cleese
(the waiter) forces an after-dinner mint on him. These restaurants need a
table to car wheelchair/wheelbarrow/stretcher service for those who've
overeaten and are about to explode.
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