Gluttony and the weekend...

Hi. My name is P, and I’m a porkaholic. My propensity to habit-snack is both an astounding and frightening thing. A veritable wonder to behold.

It was a good good weekend, as you know. Cable is had. Fighting was done. Jacuzzi’s were…Luke warm to Hot-ish? (I’m sorry ‘bout that, love. For future reference kids, 95 degree’s isn’t a conducive temperature for hot tubs. It feels like bathtub water that you’ve been sitting in for too long)

Sats was a day of work, working out, auditioning for "Penchant for Penice", and a 2.5 hour nap. (Glorious) Sats eve, well…I’m sorry if I masked my true feelings regarding "Ultraviolet". I hit DC Oral’s 12th night soiree’, where you will now be introduced to what I call "Gluttony 2, Electric Boogaloo".

I’m all for splurging when you have a regimented diet. Even we health fanatics need a cheat day, but man-o-manechewitz, I forgot the kind of spread he puts out. Chicken stir-fry in a peanut sauce, spanakopita, artichoke dip, flourless chocolate cake (death), Pate’, chocolate fondue. It’s not so much that I had naughty food, or that I ate dessert…I just ate-too-much, and I was UN-comfortable. (Remember, class, what I say about "portions") My gorge was rising all night long. I felt like I was insulting the deliciousness of the food by having it sit ever so lovingly midway between my esophagus and stomach. Mmmmmmmm.

So Sunday, I decided to take it easy. After enjoying some delightful coffee/newspaper time, I skedaddled home to get a little R and R B4 Oscar partying in the p.m. Let’s just wrap this up by saying that yes…I managed to eat my way through all three levels of this charming St. Paul home. All, Three, levels. Again, gorged. Again, gorge rising.

So I need to learn a little control. I started feeling self-conscious after a while. But c’mon…they had sushi! And German Sausage. And clever cocktails. And bbq meatballs. And chicken satay skewers. And KFC. And there was P…shovelling. (Sorry Kaiser…I thought your cake design was cool, I just don’t dig on the sweets.)

Sighs. My conjoined twin I absorbed in utero must have been hungry.


Next topic-

What does "actor boy" think about the Oscars? I liked it. You know, outside the fact that I think I had seen maaaaaybe 3 of the total movies nominated? I have a weekend coming up where I rent the f#ck out of those movies and lock myself in the tv room…watching. I think I need that in a big bad way.

At least that way I can regulate what I’m eating. Jeez Louise.