I don’t know how to describe today, other than by saying “OOF.” It was a strange, wild day, I ate like garbage, and I 100% completely forgot I wasn’t supposed to be eating meat (more on that later). I’m okay with it, though – no one’s perfect, and tomorrow’s a new day. And today was fun. NO REGRETS!
I went back and forth as to what I wanted to eat this morning. I almost got eggs again, but those eggs have been bumming me out…so I settled on yogurt. I ended having to scrape the bottom of the yogurt barrel (gross), but I made do. It might be time to mix up my breakfast routine and possibly start getting something made to order (maybe a fried egg with toast? I know, you’re on the edge of your seat), or start bringing something from home…I’m getting a bit bored with my usual choices. It’ll be nice once we move back over to the other building (the office I was in up until about a year ago is undergoing construction while they expand the location, so I was temporarily moved to another building down the street) – they have a much *fancier* cafeteria with an omelet station and specials that rotate weekly. And an actual Peet’s coffee bar! (Although it kind of sucks, and we’ll be further away from Starbucks which is a bummer).
This is where things started to go off the rails. It’s my boss/friend’s birthday tomorrow (by the way – I noticed I use tense confusingly on here, because the date I’m writing about is always in the past, but I tend to switch between present and past tense, which is like…huh?? I’ve decided I’m going to start just writing everything in present tense, and pretend I’m posting on the same day I’m writing about), so there was pizza and for some reason french fries set out, along with cake (PLUS I brought in those cupcakes I had baked). I hadn’t brought anything from home and my original intent was to still buy something from the cafe and maybe eat half a slice of pizza or something (if any), but nothing in the cafe sounded very good and the salad bar was looking pathetic. I ended up making myself a sad little salad, and ate a slice of pizza AND some french fries, AND the crappy salad. The really funny thing is, there was also pepperoni pizza and I actually said aloud “BOO I can’t eat that,” BUT I PUT BACON BITS ON MY SALAD. Uh, DUH. Spoiler alert: this is not the last time I’ll make this error today.
Of course I’m not going to pass on birthday cake. Fun fact: despite being a (self-proclaimed) baker and not usually liking overly sweet things, crappy birthday store cake/cupcakes is one of my very favorite things on this earth. The more sugary and grainy the frosting, the better.
You may be thinking to yourself, “wow, that’s an alarming gap between her midday birthday cake and her next meal!” Well. Here’s the deal.
Today was Jeff’s last official day of work at our company – he starts his new job a week from Monday, and he’s taking the next week off . He’ll return next Friday to turn in his laptop and badge (sad!), but he’s done with his actual work. He had scheduled a going away happy hour, and of course I went – both because I love him and wanted to send him off right, and because I had to be his DD (keeping it real). This happy hour was at a local bar at which he’s a regular (due to his weekly trivia), and this place has good food, but guys…this night got weird, fast. I won’t bore you with the details, but…it was a bizarre evening. I did consume two (light) beers over the course of…I don’t know, five hours…and I ate a couple of fries that one of our friends had ordered, but I didn’t end up ordering any food because I was distracted by the outrageous conversation at my table, as well as random strangers interacting with us, literal insane people (okay, it was just one person) vaguely threatening my friend, dance-offs, and various other things I can’t even recall. I’m not sure if it’s just that I haven’t been in a popular bar on a Friday night in a long time, or if this was truly the weirdest night I’ve experienced in a long time (it definitely was), but…man, tonight was something else.
Anyway, I was obviously famished by the time we left. Here’s where the whole no-meat thing comes in…or actually, doesn’t. The thing is, this meat-free month has been so easy that I consistently forget I’m doing it at all. It’s not that I’m craving meat and I’m like “screw it, I’m going for it.” I just really don’t eat meat that frequently in the first place, so it’s not enough of a change for me to think about it at all on a daily basis. SO! My original plan was to go to McDonald’s and order two cheeseburgers and a 5-piece nug (is that a thing? I’m not sure of the quantities of nugs these days). Jeff was basically catatonic, so he wouldn’t have even noticed to stop me. However, the line at the drive-thru ended up being too long, and I ended up pulling into Wawa instead. Again, not thinking about my temporary pescatarian status, I ordered a honey-smoked turkey junior (that’s a 4-inch hoagie) and medium mac & cheese combo. I have zero regrets, because that hoagie HIT THE DAMN SPOT. I also ate about the half the mac & cheese, because that portion was way too big (it was a combo, so it just came that way…normally I’d order a small).
So…that was my Friday. Jeff’s going on a mini road trip to visit a friend this weekend, so I’m on my own…there will be zero cooking done, and probably excessive wine drinking. Stay tuned!