restaurant weak

What do you get when you cross a psychotically lavish seafood buffet with two people who do not eat at psychotically lavish seafood buffets on a normal day?

Sickish. You get sickish. T. and I went to Cafe Promenade Friday night, and we both felt vaguely ill afterward, but somehow, five days later, she is fine and I am still sickish. Restaurant Week is a biannual event during which the unwashed masses dine at posh places on a $30 price-fixe menu -- and, as promised, the restaurant was amazing and we had the best time ever playing like people who could actually afford to eat at a restaurant like the Promenade (we're on a second-name basis with it now). Going hiking the next day in 30-degree weather didn't help. I have no regrets about any of it, but I do feel sort of bitter about the lingering sickishness... being all healthy and going to the gym and yoga should give me a pass on this kind of stuff, not cause this kind of stuff -- which is my going theory, that my body just can't handle lavish and seafood in the same sentence.

Now I'm eating toast and desperately trying to think of a headline so I can finish my freelance article and pretending I'm not watching the Real World/Road Rules Battle of the Sexes, which I will not justify with a link. I'm so watching it, though. I don't really understand the premise or why it seems like both teams have to vote people off no matter who can or cannot balance on a purple plank suspended a zillion feet above a city, but maybe if I pretend not to watch long enough, I'll figure it out. If any of you know, and are not too ashamed to admit that you know, please enlighten.

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Update: The guys are throwing the mission! They fell off the purple planks on purpose! Nuh-UH. Oh my god.