gluttony
i like food.
more importantly, i like people who like food.
i'm disappointed when people are picky or hesitant to try something new and different.
i have a few friends from a seasonal job three years ago and every couple of months we try a new restaurant in salt lake. i always go home fully satiated. a feeling which only comes when the people are interesting, the evening is relaxed, and you remember you're binging yourself at a place recommended by tim and nina. binging yourself on lobster. and chocolate truffle gateau. and this mushroomy appetizer thing...
also. last night when i was talking to holly who will always order a few appetizers and a couple of entrees until inevitably the server looks at her and asks, "is this all for you?" and looks all incredulous because she's about 72 pounds, but she just wants to get the most out of her dining experience and try a little bit of everything about what she's been up too she told me she's started working on her masters and wants to transfer to columbia university and then finally be able to go to africa to do humanitarian work, and all i thought was, "wait... you can do stuff like that even when you're married?"
i hate that i have this preconceived notion of what marriage is. still. not even of what marriage is, more a notion of what you can suddenly cook 5 course meals and cannot fantasize about running into christian bale one day as he is serendipitously trying to cast someone in his newest venture "newsies: part deux: this time it's personal: do you think that kid from 'doogie howzer' is still alive?" and then fall in love during the hip hop remix of "santa fe" do once you get married. that you give up one version of yourself to become another. i've never thought of a husband as someone who would want to move to another continent or encourage you to get your masters, or make you more of an adventurous and motivated person.
it was as though i'd had a breakthrough.
a beautiful, wonderful breakthrough.
more importantly, i like people who like food.
i'm disappointed when people are picky or hesitant to try something new and different.
i have a few friends from a seasonal job three years ago and every couple of months we try a new restaurant in salt lake. i always go home fully satiated. a feeling which only comes when the people are interesting, the evening is relaxed, and you remember you're binging yourself at a place recommended by tim and nina. binging yourself on lobster. and chocolate truffle gateau. and this mushroomy appetizer thing...
also. last night when i was talking to holly who will always order a few appetizers and a couple of entrees until inevitably the server looks at her and asks, "is this all for you?" and looks all incredulous because she's about 72 pounds, but she just wants to get the most out of her dining experience and try a little bit of everything about what she's been up too she told me she's started working on her masters and wants to transfer to columbia university and then finally be able to go to africa to do humanitarian work, and all i thought was, "wait... you can do stuff like that even when you're married?"
i hate that i have this preconceived notion of what marriage is. still. not even of what marriage is, more a notion of what you can suddenly cook 5 course meals and cannot fantasize about running into christian bale one day as he is serendipitously trying to cast someone in his newest venture "newsies: part deux: this time it's personal: do you think that kid from 'doogie howzer' is still alive?" and then fall in love during the hip hop remix of "santa fe" do once you get married. that you give up one version of yourself to become another. i've never thought of a husband as someone who would want to move to another continent or encourage you to get your masters, or make you more of an adventurous and motivated person.
it was as though i'd had a breakthrough.
a beautiful, wonderful breakthrough.
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And that's only the beginning.
By the way...you're paying.
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