Oops, I Did It Again

I don't know what I was thinking. I said I would give it up... it's in writing down below. But yet, it still happened. Twice. Forgive me!

Thursday night: An hour and a half after we arrive at the all-you-can-eat sushi buffet, 7 bloated, immobile people (#8 was smart enough to NOT order the buffet), and there are 10 pieces of sushi spared on a plastic rectangular plate. What can you do? Split it up, one each. Maybe two for those brave enough, since it didn't divide evenly. And so full afterwards... Bad, bad idea. On a debate whether one piece of a cut roll was equivalent to one piece of sushi, we did conclude that the rice around the cut roll is pretty much equivalent to the amount of rice packed underneath one piece of regular sushi, for anyone keeping score for any all-you-can-eat sushi contests, i.e. peanve.

Side note: The Krispy Kreme down the block, which I was visiting after just to look in the window, is now disappointingly closed on 72nd St.

Friday night: A quiet Friday evening at the laundromat. Wife would like some sushi (she wasn't able to attend the previous evening's gorgefest), and there is oh so conveniently a sushi buffet across the street. Always one to please wifey (she's too modest to admit this to be true if you ask her directly, so please don't), I hesitatingly agree (she'll say I didn't hesitate at all, but it was an act I tell you), and we skip across the street to see what raw fish delicacies abound. As I sit down, the pang of desperate hunger hits. And the all-I-can eat menu is so appropriately in front of me. Now that I was solo on my journey, I can actually recall exactly what I ate:

• 4 pieces salmon
• 2 pieces white tuna
• 2 pieces yellowtail
• 1 Philadelphia roll
• 1 eel avocado roll
• 1 Alaskan roll
  

When I completed this, I still felt room in my belly. So when the waitress came back... "Can I get the same thing, but just with 4 salmon?" (Wise not to over do it.) So I added 22 pieces more to my sushi gut. I have no idea what I was thinking... That's 48 pieces of raw fish in me. That's like a whole pond.

So I'm not adhering to my rules very tightly... I think I need more encouragement and moral support. Maybe we can discuss the next time I skip a run on the West Side Highway, over a high-calorie beer and a sushi buffet.