Wow, you guys. Your responses to yesterday’s post really blew me away. You’re awesome, plain & simple, so thank you.
I have to admit, I was kind of a nervous wreck waiting for that post to publish! I wasn’t really expecting hostility or anything like that, but opening myself up like that, being that vulnerable… it made me nervous. I ended up having a rather melancholy weekend because of it (well, partly because of the horrible weather, and partly because I’m just crazypants. Ah well.) Luckily, I had something to look forward to last night! (Sidenote: whoever thought I’d be looking to Monday to make me feel better about the weekend?!)
Pic by Ben
I think my sushi shirt is totes appropriate in an Italian restaurant, don’t you?
I’ve mentioned Argia’s on the blog before, but just to remind you, it’s an Italian restaurant that specializes in family-style eating. We didn’t opt for that this time though, so everyone just ordered what they had a taste for. Argia’s, however, doesn’t seem to make too big of a distinction between their solo and famiglia servings. Portion size, schmortion size, right?
Et tu, Brute?
Happy as a mussel!
I tried to order thoughtfully so that I would neither regret nor resent my meal, so I went with seafood & a caesar. I know that caesars are not exactly the nutritious king of salads, but hey, at least it’s green, right? Of course, I ended up with the biggest caesar salad in creation alongside the amazing (and plentiful!) mussels. Lucky for my
waistline weigh-in, Ben was more than happy to help me out with the massive amounts of food!
Pic by Ben
Dinner last night was actually Part 2 of my not-so-stellar weekend recovery plan. Part 1 was seeing 50/50 Sunday night – absolutely fantastic movie, by the way. I LOVE Joseph Gordon-Levitt. And Part 3?
Why, just a little puppy love.
Somebody needs a haircut…
I think I can safely say that I’m on the road to recovery, hehe.
Is it just me, or is Daxter totally up to something in this last pic? Better watch your back, Harry…
Favorite Italian dish: go! Mine is ravioli, hands down. So many possibilities… so much awesomeness. If I had been ordering with reckless, delicious abandon, I’d have gotten the ricotta & goat cheese ravioli in butternut squash sauce that my dad ordered. Mmmm… is there such a thing as not-completely-fakey low-cal ravioli?
PS: In case you hadn’t already been inundated with tweets about it, my story was featured on caloriecount.com yesterday!
PPS: It’s my parents’ 31st anniversary today! Thanks for getting married so you’d eventually (far down the line, after having two kids you had actually planned on) give birth to me, Mom & Dad! <3