So... what does it say about you when you are a woman of, oh, let's just say 5'4, and you are out to dinner with a man who is 6'8, and you eat just as much as he does? Say he wants to order all this food and share it, and you think, "whatever dude. I guess you need to eat a lot. If you need all this, then so be it." And then 30 minutes later you look around and realize that you've put away half the stuff?
How much would you say you are on your way to weighing?
Blay, this is your area of expertise.
When we were in high school, Blay was one of those girls that was as skinny as those girls who didn't eat (and there were a lot of them) but Blay ate and ate and ate and never exercised, and tiny she remained. And she used to see dates as opportunities to get all the free food she wanted. For instance:
waitress: "Would you like dessert?"
guy: "No thanks."
Blay: "Yes, I will have this!" (points to menu)
waitress: "uh... that's meant to be shared by a whole table..."
Blay: "I'll take it."
And then she would eat the entire platter of dessert. I admire her much.
Although it was me, not her, who was honored at a diner in Chicago while we were there eating together - along with another friend with a big stomach, Lob. I once saw Lob eat half a pizza and a cheeseburger all in one sitting. But again, this was in high school.) So, here we are, full grown women, having breakfast at a Chicago diner. A popular diner - the kind that has a line every morning. The kind where the servers see A LOT of traffic. And our waitress, she was a seasoned one. She had that experienced, no-nonsense, I've been doing this for 30 years look. And yet when she came to take our plates away, we got a surprised double take from her and then this, "I've never seen ANYONE eat ALL of the chocolate chip pancakes before!!!!"
Yes, thank you. I am in Chicago for one weekend, and I take the chocolate chip pancake title.
So my question to you Blay is, how much does admitting to this change as we get older? I mean, as kids, we kind of took pride in the fact that we ate more than carrot scrapings. But now... hmm... I don't think you or Lob find yourselves in these situations anymore. How ashamed should I be?
And one more thing about my dinner last night... well, not the dinner, but the other part. We went to the Harry Connick, Jr. holiday concert. This is my first time hanging out with this guy on my own, and here are a few things I did not expect:
1) Admission to being in a Harry Connick, Jr. fan club (although he was pretty cute/funny last night)
2) Listening to Harry Connick, Jr. Christmas cd's the entire drive to the concert. And then the entire drive back. I mean, aren't we about to/didn't we just see all this live? Do we really need to hear it again?
3) Seeing him weave and bob through the crowd at a brisk jog once we got there and learned it was starting. Moments earlier we had been parking the car and had an exchange like this:
him: I'll drop you off while I park.
me: nah, that's ok. actually... I would like to go to the restroom... if you don't need to, maybe I should go in while you park?
him: ok
2 minutes later: I'll just park! It won't take long! (much much fast turning through parking garage, bringing me close to almost puking the large amount of food I had just eaten. I had also downed 2 beers. It was a bad afternoon at work. I needed it.)
And then there he is running through the doors with our tickets. I took a moment to look towards the bathroom, and then at my bobbing, weaving ticket. I considered never finding my seat... maybe if I had had a car there I would have. But after some hesitation I followed him in.
That man really loves himself some Harry Connick, Jr. Be afraid, Harry. Be very afraid.
2 comments:
Whoa, who said anything about appetites waning with age? My husband is afraid to take food off my plate and when I say that I'm hungry, we're usually at a restaurant in less than 10 minutes. And just the other day, I was sticking my fork into something off his plate and he mockingly pushed the plate towards me with a fearful look in his eyes and said "take whatever you want; just don't stab me with the fork!" It might seem like a joke, but he's said this same thing lots of times. And, it's not even pregnancy related. It's always been like this. He used to be impressed by me but now, he says things like "I worry about your health" and "why do you always serve us the same amount of food at dinner? You're half my size." Whatever. I'd rather eat well and die young than be miserable and live forever. Isn't our culinary delight one of the primary things that sets the human race apart from the animals? So, Jenn, I say dig in to your steak and potatoes and get that sundae for dessert. PS- my daughter was misbehaving the other night in a restaurant, running around and being disruptive. All I had to say was "bella, there's ice cream now" and she came a runnin'. That's my girl.
Ok... I guess this is reassuring, and I won't just remember the time you said, "Brian told me that he noticed I always feel sick after I eat, and he suggested I eat less. It works!!"
Will you come visit me when I am too large to leave my house?
And yes, it's so easy to start the food bribery early, isn't it? You and Lob have both taken pride in your children's love of ice cream - I like it.
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