So many treats, plates and plates of meats and cookies and cheeses and beer and just all kinds of crap, have been at my disposal over the past ten days that when I felt hungry this afternoon I was confused for a minute.
What is this odd sensation in my abdomen? A heart attack? Gas? Have these, my very biggest pants, begun to bind uncomfortably as well? Goddamn traitor pants!
Well, no, stupid, that's just hunger. And I laughed, because that is both awesome and pathetic, and I began to poll my friends to see who was ready to go to the bar for a burger and some beers.
I am not one bit sorry the holidays are over, but damn, it was fun to be a complete glutton for a little while.