The weather was very nice over the weekend, for the first time in a while. Bryan and Lyn were in town so the last few days have been packed with fun, just like a Fat Cat from the grease trucks is packed with food. Twelve hours after eating the “sandwich,” I am still in the penultimate stage of Fat Cat appreciation: Regret. In case you’re unfamiliar with the stages through which you progress before, during and after eating a Fat Cat, they are as follows: Disgust (How will I be able to eat such a thing?), Acceptance (I can eat it…), Enjoyment (… and it’s not too bad), Denial (I can’t believe I actually like it), Fear (I’m going to regret this later), Sickness (self-explanatory), Regret (I can’t believe I actually ate it), and Anticipation (When can we go again?).
Also enjoyable weekend snippets: Brats (the german sausage) with the Busches, Apples to Apples, M-D‘s birthday dinner at KC Prime (great restaurant) and lunch at Carlucci’s Grill (another great restaurant).
And I’m spent.
And by that I mean all of my money is spent. Between all the birthdays and all of the restaurants in the last month, it’s a good thing I have a bonus coming.
Yes, it DOES seem to be birthday season, doesn’t it? Gets hard on the pocketbook to have them all at once. 🙂 But yay for bonuses!
You forgot Guilt. I usually go through a Guilt phase after a Fat Cat, somewhere between Denial and Regret… “It was my friend…”