discipline/debauchery

Ignacio and I started a new program (because I’m not supposed to use the word diet, right?) that involves eating a restricted diet (shit, there’s that word) for six days, then on the 7th day, he rested we can eat anything we want. It’s like a nun quitting the convent and going to Bourbon Street for Mardi Gras. It’s like a week of discipline, and then a day of debauchery.


We knew that our ‘free’ day would be Sunday, and shopped accordingly. My cousin, Amy, had found a recipe for these Nutella crescent rolls, and I bought the supplies so fast, your head would spin. Sunday morning, Ignacio and I were up at 5:30 in the AM. Imagine that, we were up at the butt crack of dawn on a day where we were able to eat our faces off. We started with the Nutella crescent rolls.

We had made brunch and movie plans with our friends Jodee and Steve earlier in the week to coincide with our debaucherous day. We met a Meli Café in Greektown and while we waited for our table, we had delicious Mimosas that went down like Kool Aide. (but I forgot to get a picture of the Mimosa because I drank it too fast, so you'll have to settle for a picture of my strawberry/orange juice)

The menu was like getting the Sears catalog a month before Christmas. I wanted EVERYTHING! I settled on an omelet that had my lover, goat cheese, inside, and Ignacio had a skillet.


Meli Café is known for their marmalades.

After licking my plate clean (I am not exaggerating), we headed to our favorite movie theater and saw The Adjustment Bureau. The ratings from the four of us ranged from a 6 to an 8. I, for one, am still waiting for Bureau to make some adjustments in my life to get it on track.

Oh yeah, and a great movie that Ignacio and I saw on Saturday was Behind Blue Skies. It’s a Swedish film we saw at the Gene Siskel Film Center, you know, because we are so freaking cultured and have a membership now. Tickets are only $5 when you are a member. Last week we saw a documentary about Phil Ochs (a 60’s folksinger and activist). We are so cultured that during Behind Blue Skies, we were totally giggling and nudging each other when they showed nudity.

But alas, today is Monday, and I am back at the convent following all the rules.

Bite me.


note: I found no need to post pictures of the giant bag of peanut M&Ms I ate at the theater, nor the bag of ranch flavored Doritoes, nor the gallon of Squirt I washed it all down with.