And that will be the last time I go out for Indian

*Once again, this is a TMI post. But not about sex, I promise.

Last night my girlfriends and I went out for our monthly dinner. Shelley was this month's restaurant chooser and she chose an East Indian place. I'm trying to get out of my life long habit of being a fussy, North-American-or-English-only-please! eater. And I do like samosas. So I was okay with it.

The ambiance was great. The hosts were lovely and friendly.

And you know the food was good. The butter chicken was delicious. The lamb was spicy. The thousands of calories for one tiny piece of deep fried battered vegetables was scrumptious. The naan bread was yummy. There were no samosas, but that was okay I filled my plate with food that I mostly enjoyed.

But you know how sometimes you are eating something and you just know you are going to regret it? Your stomach does those little rumblies that mean that you will be in trouble when you get home?

After we ate, we went to Second Cup for assorted coffees, green tea lattes, nothing-at-all-because-the-only-cold-drink-they-serve-is-Italian-soda. My latte was lovely, but probably added to my later misery. We had a nice chat* though and then we headed home.

The MOMENT I walked in the door I was heading for the toilet, where I proceeded to spend the next 5 or so hours, off and on of course. Had I spent the entire 5 hours there I would probably currently weigh about 2 lbs.

I'm still all rumbly. I am not one to use public toilets, but I am going to hope and pray Costco's are clean should I be forced to today.


*So my friend Jen recounts a conversation she had with the fella who was doing her 6 month housing inspection. He asks her how her daughter's orthodontist appointment went and she says it was fine and her daughter needs braces. He says to her that the reason so many kids need braces these days is because of the mixing of the races, that the blood is no longer pure. Seriously? What the fuck? Now I don't know if he had noticed Jen's younger daughter, who is part Filipino and I don't think he saw the older one, who is part Native, and if he had seen her I don't think he would have guessed at her mixed heritage. But honestly, where does someone get off saying that? She said she was so in shock she didn't even say anything to him. We all said she needs to file a complaint with her homebuilder and really she should probably go to the Human Rights Commission as well. I mean, free speech is all fine and dandy but keep it to your KKK meeting.