Sometimes you know you’re going to suffer for it, but you do the thing anyways.
This past Sunday I drove my housemates to the airport for their long-delayed honeymoon to Thailand. It was around 9:00 PM when we set off from the house. First stop was the local In-N-Out burger for what was their dinner. I already had my supper, so rather than just sit there and look at them eat (I’m not a fan of the mukbang video genre), I ordered a milkshake. In the only flavor acceptable: Neapolitan.
This decision would prove detrimental as the rush of sugar and fat absolutely wired me up. There was no way I was going to sleep at my usual time of 10:30 PM. It’s just not going to happen. So I did the only thing possible: stay up until the sugar rush passes and I feel tired enough to go to bed. Plenty of chores were done before I finally hit the sack at 1:00 AM the next day.
Yesterday was a unusually warm day in San Francisco. A friend asked to go get ice cream after dinner. This meant, once again, ingesting something sugary and fat late into the evening. Knowing full well my normal sleeping schedule will be ruined, I went ahead and got that rocky road scoop on a waffle cone regardless. Totally worth it! Being social and hanging out with friends is decidedly more important than slumber.
Up to a certain point, obviously. You won’t see me going on a bar-hopping binge well pass midnight. Not that my friends and I are the sort of people to do that. Not in our currently advanced, mid thirties age anyways.
House special bento.