I went out last night to this restaurant, Zaya. I had all intentions of drinking water with my meal. When I met Erin, she wanted a drink, so, I decided that I’d have one. They were having some special where they had dollar Ketel One drinks. I mean, a dollar? You can’t pass that up. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, the bartender made us each an extra by mistake. This is leading somewhere, I promise.
So I chose a pretty healthy meal – spinach and lentil soup and a small salad. I had some pita bread with some sort of spread that was complimentary but I didn’t eat that much of it. So, after drinking two drinks and getting slightly toasted, we decided to go up the street to a P’Cheen. We had a glass of wine which somehow turned into two glasses of wine.
I was home by ten and that’s where the trouble started. I guess that the combination of alcohol plus eating a pretty small dinner led to me raiding the cabinets. Dinner number two consisted of some almonds, a fig newton bar and a bunch of triscuits.
I was doing so well until then. Alcohol’l do it to you, I guess.