Wednesday, January 28, 2009

cut all the ropes and let me fall

What a day. You know the ones...grey, rainy, kinda magical in all its melancholy. When I woke up, my world was warm *****press play on your ipod to "In the Waiting Line," Zero 7***** Warm blankets, warm room, warm over-sized T shirt. The alarm played soft music and I could hear the rain hitting the pavement outside. ****deep sigh****

Then everything good and soft about the morning came to a screeching HALT as the sound of the second, "get the hell out of bed" alarm bitch slapped me in the face.
and so starts my day

Tried to give blood for the second time in a week, had to get pricked twice and YET AGAIN my iron was too low to even register on the moniter, let alone have a dang Ziploc bag full of my blood poured out of my body.
Then the migrane fairy left me a gift, so I ASSUMED THE POSITION of sleep for a few hours. Not to bad now, reason for the blog posting.

stay positive, world. The day is not over yet.

Go on a dinner date...Get a ride from a cute boy...

Or strum a little tune...

Monday, January 26, 2009

Meat Patties

Like pop-ish, spicy Santogold, some foods "gotta be unstoppable." The Pounder at Cheeburger Cheeburger was sure it was undefeatable in all its cholesterol laiden beefyness. Or so it thought, until challenged by two eating machines I so fondly refer to as my friends.

It was the throwdown of the semester. In one corner, my food-friendly boyfriend Drew Smith. He came prepared. Although tempted by the alluring milkshake combos and deep fried goodies, he was to stay focused on his ultimate goal. DEMOLISH.

In the adjacent corner, Eric Turner, the boy with the hollow he is just waiting to fill. Eric arrived fashionably late, sauntering in with the cool confidence of a pro. He sat down, cracked his knuckles, and pointed solemnly at his choice on the menu.

Finally, at long last, the waitress walks out of the kitchen, carrying the main event in her weak, shaking arms. Two gargantuan slabs of meat and toppings balance precariously in their baskets. As they are set down in front of Drew and Eric, one can almost hear "Chariots of Fire" in the background.

Here are how things went style

All good things do come to an end. Some quicker than others. Drew finished his massive meat monster in about 15 min (and had room for onion rings!?!?), while Eric took a whopping 45. Both men, however, fought valiantly...and took home a win! Great job guys, I'm (impressed, depressed, awed, etc.) at how much you could eat.

My only question is

how are those stomachs?