The restaurant was all-you-can-eat and somehow the waiter didn't quite explain portion sizes because he brought our food out on the largest plates I've ever seen. It was about that time that we started getting nervous about the food waste tax called out on the menu for excessive leftover food. As a result, we all dug in, eating as though our lives depended on it.
It stopped being delicious heaven about halfway through but I kept on pushing myself to eat more. I can report, I left very little left on the plate. It was only after we left, when my friend and I were bemoaning our overstuffed bellies and impending food comas, that we contemplated whether it would have been just better to actually enjoy the meal, even if it meant paying the extra fee.
In other news, I'm still working on doing a new thing every week. Here is the report:
Last week: I wrote a violin descant and harmony to a piece of music. I like the result. Not sure how it will play out (pun intended).
This week: I attended a training seminar for what to do in an armed violent encounter. As a rule, I don't like guns or violence or watching guns or violence so it was one of those "face my biggest fears" kind of experiences. I also got to practice throwing a few punches - also a first. Along with contemplating my mortality, I'm also contemplating getting some more training.
Spring decided to have a first this week, too. Weather got up into the 70s yesterday!
And a work first: One of the new hires at work smiled yesterday. This was his first smile in the two months he's worked with us. We were so excited, my coworker and I applauded and cheered. And then he blushed AND smiled. :)
|Kirtland, Apr 2018|