I planned on going to the Minnesota volleyball game after work, so it didn't make much sense to go all the way home. But there is a restaurant close to work of which good things have been spoken of, and so, with 3 1/2 hours to kill, I thought I would try Hazel's Northeast.
I ordered a few of the dishes I've seen recommended -- the fried (possibly Cajun?) pickles, the Reuben and the sweet potato fries. All good, the Reuben in particular. Orobably being the only customer there during the four o'clock hour, I felt safe in taking my time taking out and rearranging my receipts. I wasn't done, however, and I still had some time before the volleyball game, plus I was very happy with my meal. So what the hell, when's the next time I'm going to eat here? I decided to get some dessert, an oatmeal-crusted brownie with ice cream.
Oh, shit. Even though it was delicious, I hit a wall about halfway through it. I got so fat that my gut start to hurt, like I was damaging my appendix again. So for the first time in as long as I could remember, I asked for the rest of the brownie to go.
I was able to eat the appetizer and main course without a problem, but with dessert I hit a wall. I thought I would be able to work off all the food I ate because free parking for the game is so far away I had a good walk ahead of me. But that brownie put on some extra extra calories in me, and I felt no slimmer after hiking that mile or so to the Sports Pavilion.
Out of routine I buy a hot dog and Coke even though I wasn't hungry. (It was also my first and only time at a volleyball game at the U.; just been either too tired or had something else to go to to attend any other game besides this one, the home regular season finale. I wanted to buy some food for a v-ball game at least once, and obviously this was the only time.) I certainly couldn't hold it until I felt the urge to have a bite because it would get cold and I didn't want to hold onto a hot dog the whole game. (By the way, the game turned out to be a relatively tight one; the Gophers beat Wisconsin in four sets, but it lasted a little more than two hours. As tight of a four-set win I've seen in a long time, if not ever.) So I reluctantly sank my teeth into the hot dog, and after a few bites I hit the wall again. I looked at my half-eaten hot dog, shocked that my stomach couldn't, well, stomach another bite of this sports snack. I literally could not eat this food, and that has rarely, if ever, happened to me before. If I were the man I was even ten years ago, this would not be a problem. Eventually I finished it, though it was the most unappetizing hot dog I ever had.
Even though Hazel's was great, I regretted getting that dessert. Nevertheless, that didn't stop me from going to Caffetto after work (with a quick stop at My Favorite Stripclub [Non-Cover Division]), seeing they had pumpkin pie, and thinking I would regret not appropriately celebrating Thanksgiving if I didn't get pumpkin pie, even if it is a day early. And so, even though I still wasn't hungry, I had to purchase the pumpkin pie. Still ate it slowly, and I didn't have as much internal angst over it; it helps that I had a plate and didn't have to hold it in my hand. But I still had to take my time with it, and I think the sharp ache in my gut came back.
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As I said in my previous post, I woke up early this morning. Since I couldn't fall back asleep, I figured the best thing I can do at this point was go to the community activity center to work out all the food I crammed down my throat the night before. I was able to get about 90 minutes' worth of exercise in. But I forgot that the day after a night full of food would work my excretory system. I took a shit in the morning, I took another shit just before leaving for the gym, then at the gym and before working out I had to take another dump. I felt I needed to take a fourth dump after exercising, but they were closing up the gym by the time I got done working out, so I held my bowels until I got home.
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