Cause there was a ton of food.
Almost too much food.
Now I feel bad.
There was the night we ordered more food than humanly possible to eat.
Don't worry - we threw it all away.
There was this classic, where the guy next to me what 'he' did to piss me off, assuming I was a runaway bride who ditched my man at the alter for tacos.
This was the start of a night that I don't quite remember but all you need to know is that it involved pan de bono and that Columbia might (relax! i said 'might') have Brazil beat on pan/pao.
Ah lunch. . . after the night we had (see above photo) we settled on imaginary air food and tea.
At least I was drinking tea . . .
Can you tell this slice was bigger than Di?
Oh this was my healthy choice night.
S'mores molten cake? You're gosh darn right I ate that before stupid veggies.
This was when I ate alone.
You're welcome.
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