pig-out Fridays

I both hate and love "Pig-out" Fridays. It's meant to be called that way because paydays are every other friday and people like me feel that, even for a day, I can splurge with any food that I like most specially when it's agreed on with friends.

One of my co-workers, Tetay decided to buy us brunch today because she got lucky with her pay. So me, Pechay and J happily obliged as we originally planned on doing the most damage at Oyster Boy. Unfortunately, Oyster Boy was still closed, so Seafood Island was an immediate shoo-in for our preferred hang-out.

With Tetay's laptop in tow, we took our seats and scanned their old menus. Our poison of choice? we ordered the :

Bento Boodle

tuna sashimi, tofu nuggets, miso soup, salmon belly teriyaki, crab tempura, beef yakiniku, pork tonkatsu, chicken teriyaki, sauteed vegetables, japanese fried rice


As J poured out stories of his past (to which I will not discuss in this blog due to its mature content), we yummily dug in our grub and intently listened to him. Tetay on the other hand took in a few mouthfuls and attended to her laptop while listening to J. As I sip into my juice, I remember L who was suppose to pick me up for brunch that day and we did make plans days ago on this as our schedules conflict other days. My phone vibrated a few minutes later with L reminding me that she was on her way to pick me up.

I finished my share of food and said my goodbyes to the group. L picked me up looking really hungry and feeling crappy. "Uh-oh" I said to myself, I rubbed my tummy apologetically giving myself a mental note that I will need to eat again but this time, slowly so L won't suspect a thing and that my appetite did not shift to supermodel mode.

We went to Wilson in San Juan where Everything At Steak was. We both ordered T-bone steaks, mashed potatoes and red iced tea. It took us an hour to chew our food and catch up on things. Then just when I was about to wave the white flag that I was full. My eye caught a speech bubble written attractively across the menu saying: "Free SoftServ Ice cream for every meal"...I rolled my eyes giving up reminding myself that Ice cream melts and it will not even reach the digestion process.

I reported for work that night feeling so guilty about what I ate, then Philly asked me if we could eat at the cafeteria together, my brain did a mental check again, but I atea chicken sandwich and a revel bar, in addition I asked J to buy me a Wendy's Iced Tea biggie while I started on a pack of Buttered-flavor Nagaraya.

I will have to drink water for the rest of next week with no food..oh! the drama!